Stuck on the couch
You guys, I am currently stuck on the couch.
This little man, he’s giving me a run for my money and right now, is having the best nap he’s had all year – possibly longer, so I dare not move.
I have a planner full of blog post ideas – it’s over there, waaay out of reach. I can see it, mocking me with all it’s great content. I have a memory card and phone full of photos for certain posts but my camera is in my room and the plug for the phone has gone walk about. I promised myself I would blog more this year. Blog or bust. Something like that, I feel like it’s a make of break year for this space.
I’ve got heaps of printing to do, so I’ve lined all that up only to discover the printer is out of paper.
So, here I am – stuck under a hot and sweaty, but totally cute, 10 kilo baby. Thinking random thoughts, busting to do a wee, and hoping lunch is making itself and going to bring itself out (that will happen, right?).
Right now, I am;
Dreaming about what I’d like to do on the imaginary break I’ve planned in my mind. Sleeping and reading and just being alone.
Mentally designing my new tattoo, which will probably end up being my actual block of break time because going away just isn’t on the cards. It’s going to be so pretty.
Imagining myself stand up paddle boarding. I really want to try it but am so uncoordinated that even in my imagination I end up in the water (lucky it’s a hot day, so the water is refreshing and the sting rays are far enough away to not jab me).
Obsessing about when I might get to colour again (and annoyed that it’s over there somewhere!), right now it might be one of the few things keeping me sane right now.
Feeling rebellious. When something online says to ‘double tap’ or ‘like’ an image, I want to yell at them that they can’t tell me what to do and I won’t like on principle (even if I do actually enjoy the post). Apparently I am still a teenager at heart.
Frustrated that I am still struggling to make friends and build a village.
Hoping that Felix doesn’t 1) wake up too soon, 2) wake up grumpy and 3) lose his chub anytime soon.
Wondering how my biggies are doing at school (Jasper didn’t want to go today, which was tough).
And I am (silently, in my head) yelling at the kitchen staff because my lunch still isn’t here and it’s almost time for pick up. Rude. I think I might put in a formal complaint.
What would you be thinking if you were stuck under a sleeping baby?
Linking up with Jess for #ibot.
ETA: He did not wake happy. He was a grump who seemed to need another nap practically instantly. The joys.