Making it through the week

Mike has been very busy at his new job, and I know he's sad that he only sees us for a few hours each day when he gets home. Yesterday, he had to arrive by 7 am, and he didn't get home until 5:30 pm. It's certainly an adjustment for him, since he's been in school for a long time. It's an adjustment for all of us, but we'll get there.

Yesterday, the kids and I went to a local amusement part with my in-laws. Henry was absolutely bouncing off the walls. Never in my life have I more strongly longed for my child to have a mute button. :-) However, he was very well behaved, and Anne did great as well. I nursed her twice, and then she stayed awake to enjoy the fresh air and new sights for a bit before dozing peacefully in her stroller. It went much better than I expected.

I was a bit concerned though, because right before we left the house, we lost our power. I called the electric company, but I didn't speak with an actual person so I didn't have any estimate for how long it would be before it went back on. (The automated attendant actually told me that he was "very sorry to hear" that we didn't have any power. Cute.) Anyway, I was fine until we got home in the late afternoon to find that we still had no power. I go back to work Monday, and my entire supply of stashed breast milk is in my freezer. Once I start work, what I pump everyday simply goes for what Anne will eat the following day, so it's much harder to build that stash for when I'm at dance or maybe out with Mike sans kids.

Luckily, the power came back on around dinner time. But that was still about 6 hours with no power. I hope it's ok.

Today, it's back to errands. I have a ton to do before Monday. And going with both kids is like traveling with cement blocks tied around my ankles. I think it's because Anne is still too small to sit up on her own, so I either have to drag her in that heavy seat or take her out and carry her in my arms, which at 14 pounds is also no small feat. Combine this with the ever inquisitive and darty-into-other-aisles Henry and it makes for a challenging errand.

One step at a time, I suppose.