Our dining room is now less one ugly rock wall, as well as some drywall,
and I am now thinking about paint colors.
If my brain can wrap around the idea fully.
Somewhere, somehow, I have lost some brain cells. It just might have something to do with my sweet little Elaina. As cute as she is, I think she is to blame for my state of semi-consciousness.
I have called her a 'he' nine times.
I have mixed up my sentences every hour of the day.
I have started to say something, only to realize I can't get the word out that I want.
And I have made a complete fool of myself out in public.
It was Dean's birthday last week, and I happened to be out for Elaina's Doctor appointment. I decided to bring Dean a drink from one of his favorite Thai restaurants downtown. I walked in and asked for an italian soda to go. The guy looked at my funny and asked what it was I wanted? "An italian soda" I repeated. He proceeded to show me all these different drinks that they offered, obviously none of which were italian sodas. "Can I look at a menu?" I finally asked, frustrated that it was taking longer than I expected.
Upon reading their drink selections, I realized what I dolt I was. I was supposed to be ordering a Thai Iced Tea!! No wonder he was looking at me like I had three horns! I was in a Thai restaurant, asking for an Italian drink!
I felt like holding up the carseat, holding up my five day old baby to prove that I really was still sane.
Then again, I wonder if the guy would have just run the other direction. How could I expect this college kid to understand that a new baby means you function with half of your brain the first few weeks as you feed, change, and burp around the clock?
Maybe I'm safest housed in my hole. I mean housed up. I mean holed up in my house.
At least I have the sweetest little munchkins to keep me company.