I will say it was torture getting Eisley to sleep last night -- she's always so fussy after I have broccoli. You'd think I'd remember not to eat it. I will now though, since my mom wrote a note and put it on the pantry door.
I didn't have quite as hard of a time getting to sleep as I did the night before. Though after the 0400 feeding, I did have a very strange dream. I don't know where I was, but it was fairly Italian-esque and I was driving along small, winding roads. Then, somehow, I was in some room with some guy; he was extremely attractive -- that, I do remember. Apparently, we were stuck in there for a while and he kept hitting on me, despite his having a girlfriend and my obvious married status. He tried getting naked, but I said, "Look, obviously you know you're pretty, but I'm not interested."
I don't remember much of the dream except the hot guy and my not cheating. I'm incredibly faithful... so much so that I don't even cheat in dreams! I was weirded out, though, when I woke up and all the way into Zumba. Why was I dreaming about some dude -- I think I made him up, as he wasn't familiar (even in the seen-him-on-tv-or-in-a-magazine sense) -- and why was he hitting on me so hard? Perhaps, I was more stoked about fitting into my old jeans than I realized. However, I know that I still have very far to go. Fourteen pounds -- I think that's one stone -- and I should be back to normal. A stone is either 12 or 14 pounds... I can't remember and I don't have time to look it up; Eisley will be up any minute probably.
She has proven incredibly hard to put down tonight and I didn't have broccoli or anything that may upset her tummy. She just got way too tired because she wouldn't nap this evening.
Anyway, Zumba was lots of fun. Still the same routines, but I can do it without paying attention now. I'm excited to teach on Friday. I'm trying to pick routines that will make them sore, but aren't too difficult. I want them to feel that I'm a good teacher, but not be frustrated that my moves are too difficult -- they will be learning ALL new routines.
After I got home, I showered, then Dad left to take the big Lexus somewhere, I nursed Eis, then we both took a nap. I could tell she was tired (thank goodness) and I was pretty pooped, too. I think we slept close to two hours.
Oh wait, no. Before our nap, Eisley took an explosive poop. I can't forget that part of our day! She had just finished nursing and I sat her up on the Boppy and had her leaning against me when she pooped. I could vaguely feel the vibrations, but that's fairly normal. After a couple minutes, to make sure she was all done, I got up and walked to the change table. I saw a wet spot on her back when I approached the mirror. It was at that point that I knew we were in for a big mess.
I, miraculously, didn't have anything on my shirt -- she'd already spit up on me during our 0400 feeding. I unsnapped her onesie and saw all the poop on the inside. I very carefully removed it without getting it all over the rest of her back or on her head. Then I wiped her off with the diaper on, folded the diaper cloth (that she lays on) over, and opened her diaper. I used two more wipes to clean her up and folded the diaper cloth over again. I was able to finally put a new diaper on her, then used one more wipe to clean her back again and make sure none got on her feet (she's very wriggley). The onesie and diaper cloth were immediately thrown in the wash.
It wasn't until after the nap that I noticed the Boppy cover and a burp rag had gotten poo-wet on them, too. I gathered a bunch of our laundry and cleaned it all up.
After our nap, I decided that we should try to do a couple laps down the street and back to get Eis out of the house and take Puck for a walk. Dad got home as I was heading out to the garage. He had bought himself new golf shoes and a new golf bag for his birthday. He said, "I bought my birthday present from you and mom." Yay! Now we don't have to worry -- he's impossible to shop for on any gift-giving occasion.
I put Eis in the stroller as he moved his clubs from the old bag to the new and we set off down the street. At the end of our road, I got a call from Daniela about cheerleading and that helped me finish one loop without thinking much. However, Puck was driving me nuts because he was pulling so much. Then, I got a text from Ty and was sweating, so I decided to call it quits after the second loop. My dad was surprised I was done so fast. I told him, "Ty is 'home' and I'm sweating and don't want to be, not to mention, Puck is driving me nuts."
The rest of the afternoon passed without event. I made some strange chicken recipe for dinner that my mom set out. It wasn't terrible, but it could have been better. I watched a couple shows, then I started putting Eis down at 2100. It only took two hours for her to fall asleep. Two hours and a lot of screaming. :(
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Ah, the other part of my day that made me productive. I updated my iPhone. It now has OS 5 or something -- it took an hour to update, but it's pretty cool now. I called Dr. P's office and told them they need to submit my referral for PT to Tricare, then I called Dr. L's nurse and asked if I needed to talk to him or if I could just schedule my surgery. Unfortunately, I missed Dr P's PA call back and telling me that the referral is good for any PT location and I could submit it, myself. Needless to say, I called back and left a message saying, "That's fine about the location, but until it's submitted, it's not good anywhere. You need to submit it, not me. Thanks."
Lazy bums. It's your job and it's not like I have time to wait around on the phone, nor do I want to waste time calling Tricare and then them tell me to call Dr. P's office to have them submit it, anyway! Plus, I don't have a fax machine because I'm not a business, school, or other service.
Well, Eis is down, so I best sleep while I can.
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