Yesterday kind of sucked. I'm not sure exactly why. Adriana had slept fairly well the night before,* so I can't say I wasn't well rested. I went to La Leche League in the morning, so I can't say I was starved for adult company. But somehow, in spite of all we got done over the weekend, the house seemed like a wreck, and the baby wasn't napping well, and I just hand no energy. I was discouraged and wondering if maybe I wasn't cut out to be a mom, or at least not a stay-at-home-mom. And then I realized that the alternative to being a stay-at-home-mom was getting an actual job, and I thought that going to work all day and then having to take care of a baby in the evenings and get up early the next day probably wouldn't make my life any easier. So the house got messier and messier, and I got crankier and crankier.
Then Brian came home. He asked me how my day was. He played with Adriana and put away the clothes that I washed last week. Then he offered to take me out to dinner, and we went to a pizza place downtown that I'd been wanting to check out, since I miss the wonderful brick oven pizzerias we frequented on the east coast. I had a glass of wine with dinner and a piece of cheesecake for dessert.
This morning Adriana woke up earlier than usual. Brian got up with her as he always does, so that I could get some extra rest after doing all the nighttime parenting. I slept soundly while he emptied the dishwasher, took out all the trash, and played with the baby.
All these things made today not be so bad. I cleaned out the fridge, planned meals, did the grocery shopping, took care of some laundry, and had fun playing with the baby--boring, lovely little things. Brian had done chores that wouldn't have taken me long if I had to do them myself, but somehow they made the prospect of being home with the baby and the housework much less intimidating.
*Funny how having her wake up hourly for a couple of nights in a row makes a night with four wake-ups seem awesome.