And then, this other time, I had planned to meet with some friends to have a little scrapbooking retreat day. As luck would have it, Charlotte happened to be going through an incredibly nuts-o, topsy-turvy sleep crisis that
week month - complete with screaming, fighting, hours of rocking, etc. So, I stayed home again. Anything to get my baby to sleep...
This one other time, Mark and I had finally snuck away to catch up with some dear friends for lunch. Unfortunately, Charlotte decided to have a little screaming fit for the poor babysitter, so I ran home prematurely to
evade shorten another crisis.
Just this week, Mark and I had planned to take a mini-trip to see the musical Wicked (a three-year-in-the-making-dream), and you know what? We sold the tickets on Craigslist. Because...Charlotte.
And, just yesterday, we decided to cancel our entire (desperately needed) family vacation. Why? I'll give you one guess...
She is attached to my hip. She may as well be duct-taped there. She will not eat or sleep or cooperate for anyone else - not even Daddy.
"She was fierce, she was strong, she wasn't simple. She was crazy, and sometimes she barely slept. She always had something to say. She had flaws, and that was okay. And when she was down, she got right back up. She was a beast in her own way, but one idea described her best. She was unstoppable, and she took anything she wanted with a smile." -R.M. DrakeSo, you see, I am trapped in my own home with a beast - my sweet Charlotte.
Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week - she demands I stay, parent, and attend to her every whim.
And, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Sure, I've cried about it. I've felt overwhelmed. I've drank a few extra glasses of wine, eaten a few extra pieces of dark chocolate, read some extra Psalms of Lament and thrown a few extra pity parties for myself. (More to come, I'm sure.)
But, I still wouldn't have it any other way.
Though I'm tired and discouraged, I am very aware this season will pass all-too-quickly.
Someday, the whirlwind will be over. The house will be empty. No one will be around to throw up on my furniture or poop on the sheets. No one will need extra hugs and snuggles and songs at 7, and then 9 and then 1, and then 3 in the morning. No more diapers, no more footie pajamas, no more chubby cheeks and stubby toes. No more board books and puzzle pieces and high-pitched jingly toys. No more squeals and giggles. Everything will be different. My house will be clean. The dishes will be caught up. I will go on vacations with my husband, attend musicals and scrapbooking retreats, spend plenty of afternoons in coffee shops...
...and I will miss her.
I will wish to be back, trapped in my own home, with my sweet Charlotte.