Apparently, I'm not through complaining

I wanted to participate in feMOMhist’s blog carnival about having it all, but I realized that I couldn’t. I don’t have it all right now. In fact, I’m more barely holding it all together.

Dr. Man broke his big toe. Twice. And technically one break is an open fracture (don’t google that-- the images are icky and his open fracture is distinctly not that icky). His foot is in a shoe to help the toe heal (no pun intended) and he’s in a good amount of pain most of the time. He also can’t carry anything or walk very much.

Kiddo is 8 months old, needs to be carried, often while walking. This means that currently I am doing the majority of the childcare and housekeeping. To be fair, Dr. Man is doing the best he can and majorly cleaned put the house last Friday. All that being said, the majority of the day-to-day stuff has now fallen under my purview.

This means that in addition to being the lactating one, I’m now doing all the dishes, cooking, bath time, packing of Kiddo’s stuff, taking out the trash, and the majority of other chores. Last night I was too exhausted to make the mostly prepared meal I had planned and we ordered out for pizza.

Also, I’m tired. Really, really tired. Kiddo has yet to sleep through the night. Tuesday night I accidentally forgot to turn the baby monitor back on after getting up at 12:30am (I turn it off when I go soothe him back to sleep so Dr. Man can continue trying to sleep) and slept soundly until 4:00am when I heard Kiddo’s wails. (Yep, mother of the year award right here.) It was the longest I’d slept since November.

Right now I’m just not doing a very good job at any of my jobs. Scientist, mother, or wife.