Monday, September 15, 2008

A Face Only a Mother Could Love. Also the Pumpkin Spice Latte Is Back.


Seriously, this kid is fugly sometimes. He really does not take a good picture. And to top it all off, he really doesn't even have a very good personality.

He hasn't slept, for example, in 3 days. I mean, he falls asleep but does not stay that way. He has woken up every 10 minutes for the past 3 nights. And he hasn't taken any naps.

I had to cancel my weekly housecleaner today because I thought he was sick and had to reschedule our whole morning to take him to the doctor.

Baby not sick.

House not clean.

About that, what the hell is wrong with me? Do I have PPD?

I have been FREAKING out about the state of my house. I MOVE THE FURNITURE to clean behind it the day before the cleaning service comes. I get up on a chair and wash all the blades of all the ceiling fans the day before the service comes. Yesterday, I chortled with pure joy because I finally figured out how to get all the dust off the refrigerator vents (at least I think that's what they're called-- the little slats at the bottom of the fridge, underneath the door-- you know, the ones that are only visible if you are laying on your stomach on the kitchen floor, which no one ever is but me on cleaning day) the day before the service was supposed to come. I cleaned the china cabinet inside and out, made Ben dust all the mini blinds and clean the tracks of all the windows, scrubbed the inside and outside of the fridge, and used two Erasers worth of Magic washing the walls (suddenly, our walls are filthy bout 36 inches off the ground, hmmm-- I wonder why)-- all the day before my house was scheduled to be cleaned. I mean, it's one thing to pick up all the toys before the cleaners come. It's even okay to clean those hard-to-reach spots that they seem to always neglect or those special places that you want to be really clean. But giving the whole place a deep clean every Sunday so that people can come over and do it again (only not as well-- never as well) on Monday? That's some kind of crazy.

Part of it, surely, is that I am procrastinating my project (like always). Part of it, I think, is that our lives are totally crazy and in flux right now as we adapt to new schedules and longer work hours, and I am trying to have control over just this one teeny little aspect of my world. Part of it, though, might be something else.

Where is the line between sleep deprivation and depression?

This was about the time (4-5 months) post partum when I totally lost my shit after having Harry, and the hormonal writing is on the wall: I'm losing a cat's worth of hair from my head everyday; I am really anxious about everything, and I feel like I am about to fly off the handle at every little annoyance. And I have a 2 year-old, so there are a lot of little annoyances.

So Jack is not sick. The doctor said teeth, but that they are not coming in any time soon. Freaking awesome.

As for me? I don't know what's going on. But I am turning into Mommy Dearest. Harry asked me if I was mad when I was cleaning this weekend, and I almost said, "I'm not mad at you Harry. I'm mad at the dirt," when I remembered that if you replaced "Harry" with "Helga" that's a line straight from the movie.

Blech. Back to work. Thank god for my favorite fall drink.

7 comments:

SSU said...

I completely understand the sleep deprivation thing, although AJU5 is going for about 30 minutes at a time and I am forcing the naps (letting her cry in her bed because she cries regardless...)

I just wish I had your motivation to clean the house! Ours is always a mess because I am too lazy to deal with it all with a little one crawling around behind me.

Becca said...

I'm sorry you're having a tough time!! I can totally relate. When Charlie started dropping feedings around ten months I turned into a total lunatic. It also coincided with Ryan finishing his dissertation, our house going on the market, and us preparing to move. It sounds like at least you recognize what is going on and have some experience that it will end soon. You guys are going through so many transitions right now. It will get better... and in the mean time your house will look spectacular!! Maybe instead of a housekeeper you could have a pedicurist come to your house instead?

Tripod said...

Good Job! Feel free to clean this one any time you want!

Anonymous said...

I like to grab my favorite latte on the way to the therapist. It makes me feel better than a facial and massage combined. I talk, they tell me what becomes hugely obvious, and the crisis dissolves. Boo

Sarah said...

Sleep deprivation sucks! And I've never gone 3 days without sleeping. No wonder you're having a hard time coping. You should get someone to watch both boys for awhile so you can get some sleep & relax. (Of course, I don't have kids, so maybe that's easier said than done.) If you're stressed that's no good for anyone.

As for your cleaning obsession - I can kind of understand that. I have a tendency to clean when I'm procrastinating, but definitely not to the extent that you do. I didn't even recognize the names of half of the places that you cleaned. :)

sarah said...

Oh, I so hear you on this, as you know from my posts. Ethan woke up every hour, on the hour, until he was 2. Sleep deprivation is an existential reality in my life--now that he's actually sleeping pretty much through the night, I am an insomniac. So unfair. (((((((((hugs))))))))))

Like Boo, I get myself a ginormous latte (chai tea, skim, extra hot, no water, 6-pumps of chai) on my way to the therapist's office every Friday.

I'm sorry you're having a tough time. Be gentle with yourself! Maybe put down the dust pan and go get a pedicure. Believe me, I know that won't solve the world's problems, but it might give you a moment to take some deep breaths and get some perspective.

sarah said...

oh, I just realized the "get some perspective" line sounds condescending and I dont' mean it that way!! Having been through PPD myself, I really dont' want to sound dismissive of how you're feeling. sorry if it came out that way!
(((((((hugs))))))))))