I Curse You, Safety!

There was a fire drill at Elena's daycare today.  Apparently she was traumatized for the rest of the day and required lots of hugs and holding.  She kept looking up at the fire alarm which had blinked and howled, and moved her mat from its usual place under the alarm to another spot across the room.  Heather told me not to be surprised if she had nightmares tonight.  Great.

We went to the school's fund raiser after I was done with work.  Is Peter Piper Pizza a national chain?  If you have never been, I highly recommend not ever going, unless you like noise, lots of lights, and arcades. We ate our pizza, bought $2 worth of raffle tickets, and rode the carousel once.  Elena wasn't too keen on sitting on the horse, so she sat on my hip for the latter half of the ride.  She didn't crack a smile or act excited the whole time, but when we left the building balancing Daddy's leftover pizza, Mommy's bag-lady bag, and hand holding, she threw herself on the ground and walked back into Peter Piper crying over the horsies.

And she cried the whole way home.  Literally.  I tried to reminisce about the horsies, saying how fun it was that they went up and down.  She kind of bought it, but not until we turned onto our street.  Bath time was relatively peaceful (spiked with extra Epsom salts and lavender oil), and she was out like a light around 7:15.

It's two and a half hours later, and she's already woken up four times.  I really really hope that the rest of the night is not like this.  I felt like ass today, still recovering from Josh's two weeks on UMC ICU, which essentially renders me a single parent for the entire time.  (How do you single parents do it?  Do you always want to climb back into bed?)  Also last week was the breastfeeding conference, which was 8-5 Monday through Friday (plus travel time to drop Elena off/pick her up)--that solidified the fact that I can never, ever work full time again.

I am needy.  I need time alone to veg out and exercise, and if I don't get it, I am a miserable excuse for a human being.  And tomorrow I am going to yoga.  I'm tired of being tired, and Elena has woken up yet again even as I type.  It's a good thing Josh is home this week!

P.S. Chicas tomorrow!