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That's Worst Mama in the World, FYI...

Yesterday morning I really really wanted to lie on my LEFT side, but Bella wanted to nurse, and I was half asleep. So I rolled over on my left, and brought her with me, which meant she was closer to the edge of the bed, instead of in the middle, like usual.

See, usually if she rolls towards my side of the bed, she bumps into me. And she does that a LOT. She is always sleepily searching for mama.

But yesterday she rolled towards my side of the bed AND FELL OFF THE BED.

I woke up to hear her shrieking, grabbed her, cuddled her, she was just inconsolable. Of course it was dark and stuff, so I couldn't see really. Finally got her nursing and calmed down.

It wasn't until about a half hour later that I saw why she was crying *so* hard. As if it wasn't enough to wake up by falling out of the bed like that, she landed on the lid of a water bottle. A gallon jug, so the lid is about 2 inches in diameter. She has the perfect print of the lid on her forehead, in a cut. Perfectly circular cut on my baby's head. :(

Yep. WMITW! (Can't you hear Keith Olbermann saying that... Worst Mama in the WORRRRRRRRRRRRRLD!)

OK, the face in the first two photos is because I wouldn't give her the camera:

Is that pitiful or what? So I had to let her take some pictures of the messy kitchen.

(Oreos? What Oreos? You don't see any oreos. There are no oreos.)

And then I finally was able to sneak a good shot:

My poor baby!!!!!!!!!

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Well I'm having my second post-baby cycle, and it has just knocked me on my ass. I slept for three hours during Bella's nap today, which is *nuts* for me. I'm just wiped. So tonight, after her bath, when Bella asked to go on Daddy's back, I thought.. YES! Score! They went out for a walk, and I was left to my own devices. Peace and quiet, for a change. It was almost 10 pm, so I felt perfectly reasonable to assume that Bella would be sleeping when they returned. I pulled out the laundry that needed folding, ordered The Boleyn Girl on OnDemand, and settled in to enjoy myself when...

...

Yep, they came back. "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," echoing up through the hallway.

My husband said she wouldn't stop asking for me.

Er... and that matters to me HOW exactly? I don't think he gets, sometimes, that she spends All. Day. Long. asking for him. But he is at work, there is no option. Why not pretend I'm at work? *sigh*

Sometimes I just have a hard time shifting gears, and tonight was one of those times. Of course she immediately is getting into the laundry (she "helps" by picking up my nice neat piles and tossing them willy nilly), climbing all over me, wanting to nurse, wanting this and that and to watch Elmo and crocodiles and.. ARGH. Finally I get up, start straightening up, having decided to wear/vacuum her down.

I get to vacuuming, figuring it will only take a few minutes.

Er...

Well, 20 minutes later I am dripping with sweat, but she wakes up as soon as I turn off the vacuum. I decide that's ok, because she should really go to sleep on her own anyways now that she is wound down and sleepy. Put her in bed and she wants to nurse, she wants mama, she wants this and that. I nurse her for a minute (sometimes I think this nursing is like her way of proving that mama is really there with her), give her her bottle, and hope for the best. A few minutes later, thinking she is sleeping, I try to sneak away and...

She wakes completely.

So now she is out being driven down by my husband.

But you can't say I didn't try!

Of course now it is too late to watch the Boleyn Girl if I want to be functional in the morning.

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