I have been absent, beloved blogstreamers...because of a lack of internet. Oh, and Sharon, Steve's mom, our frequently used babysitter, went to Connecticut. (P.S. All these years I've been spelling Connecticut wrong! *gasp*) So I had to stay home for the next few days watching Alex.

I know this sounds strange, but um...yeah. I'm scared to death of the little bugger, and with good reason. He's so cute, and little, and innocent, and impressionable. And I am his mom. So not only will I have to entertain him, but I had to entertain myself.

So. Let me give a little shortened version of what my journals said the next few days:

Day 1: All is well. Diaper has been changed. Teething may begin at any time...holding breath.

Day 2:Teething has begun with gusto. Aex cries and whimpers, and I have to go get Orajel. Frightful events may ensue.

later:
Went to Walmart for Orajel. Alex persisted in clinging to me like sloth. Furtively glancing in each direction, I opened the Orajel before purchasing it, just so he'd simmer down. Also bought a vast array of teething tablets, and teething rings.

Day 3: Getting into the rythym now. Wake up, play with Alex, change is diaper. Make him bottle, eat breakfast, smoke, wash, change diaper, play, feed, diaper, play, nap, clean, diaper. Bottle.....Diap-Zzzzz.

Day 4: The walls are wavering. This house is making me weak in the head, I think. Just yesterday I hugged a chair, and laughed at the banister. Alex thrives. I need a tranquilizer.

Day 5: Room mates are tards. Don't clean. Must....keep clean. Alex started taking his sippy cup and running it across the bars of the gate that fenced him in his play-area, making me feel even more like we were in a prison.

Day 6: Steven had today off. I couldn't wait long enough, woke him early with lipstick on my eyelids and a penciled mustache on my neck. He whimpered in fear.

Day 7: Lack of sleep and the inhaling of one too many stinky diapers has made me lose my ability to think rationally. I now drink from a water bottle, eat applesauce, talk in one syllable words, and drool. My mutation is hurtling towards insanity like a flaming sack of crap.

Day 8: Sharon is supposed to be home today, but her flight was delayed and then the bus broke down. I've memorized Veggie Tales, and love Dora more than pudding...Alex and I have bonded quite well. We can understand each other perfectly, albeit the fact that I found myself trying to find a comfortable onesie in my size. Kids get all the good stuff. *sigh*

Sharon finally came back, and after so much sleep deprivation, I was offered the chance to have the night off. Sharon and Robert were going to take care of Alexander. I went home, ate some sushi, turned on loud, grown-up music, took out the Baby Einstein Classical CD and tucked it away, and grabbed a nice book. Around 10:30 my eyes were still wide open. 1:30 AM....I still was awake. The truth remains: I missed my Bopi. (Nickname for Alex...it grew during our 8-day adventure)The next day I went to work for the first time in a long time, and my adult-feminism sort of started coming back..although I keep drooling when I see the hot guy from Wamu. *gah*