I'll start with the good news. We're making progress on the house. W's working on installing the crown moulding upstairs. It looks really nice. And once that's done, he's going to start working on the stair banister, which is becoming increasingly important as Baby J gets closer to walking. We even hired a "renovation assistant" to come over occasionally to give W a hand with some stuff. Times must be pretty tough for people in the construction industry. We got over 40 responses in a day.
As I alluded to, J is really getting close to walking! He pulls up on everything and cruises around the coffee table. He doesn't know how to get down safely, so I often get the distress call from his crib when he's standing & holding onto the side of the crib and doesn't know what to do next.
Onto my sob story: J is sick- again. The poor kid hasn't been healthy since the beginning of January. Just one cold after another. And today I picked him up from day care and I think he's got pink eye. There is nothing sadder than a baby with goopy eyes. So someone needs to stay home with him tomorrow but I have precious few vacation hours left. He mostly wants me to hold him- no one else will do. But off I'll go to work, and not so happily. I feel like I'm doing 2 jobs poorly (mother & distracted office worker). Is this what the working mom gig is all about? ugh.
