Spotted Baby

Well, after a rousing weekend of doing pretty much nothing but taking care of the hand- foot- and mouth-diseased little angel and diligently washing my hands, my baby is still spotted. She seems to be in great spirits, however, which is more than I can say for myself. I admit I was sad that I couldn't go visit my college roommates this weekend.  I'm also frustrated with having to balance everything at once. I'm a little tired and ready for a vacation, though vacations aren't quite the same now with a little one.  It's not all bad - don't get me wrong - but at the seven-month point, I am starting to wear a little thin on the edges.  This mama thing is a lot of work!

I got a call this weekend saying my interview to adjunct at a local four-year university has been cancelled. I also got two rejection letters in the mail for stories I'd finally gotten around to sending off.  Meanwhile my spotted baby is crying and thrashing about in the bouncy seat she is WAY too big for and has no business being in. She is there because I am attempting to get something done right now.  She is also there because she can't be anywhere else while she is spotted.

It is at times like these that I once again think fondly of being a stay-at-home mom.  It would be nice to be able to concentrate on just the baby or just working, but not both. Since I have the baby, there is no more "just working" mode.  I think perhaps it is the constant focus on a million things other than oneself that is the tiring part of being a parent. Of course, my beloved does not seem to experience this mental exhaustion. I do not know if this is due to his extreme Type B personality or his lack of mother anxiety or the fact that I have never seen him make a list when not preparing to go on vacation. 

Ah, I don't know.  Back and forth, back and forth.