I have been feeling out of sorts since returning from the conference. Perhaps the fact that I haven't had a restful sleep is beginning to take its toll. I feel like I'm frantically doggy paddling merely to stay afloat and to keep from drowning in my mounting list of obligations.
Robby hasn't made my job easy. He has chosen this week to jitterbug all over my last remaining nerve. He is needy, whiny and demanding. He has also developed a love of being naked and has turned into a four year old streaker.
Yesterday he was buckled into his car seat as I drove to the grocery store. He took the five minute drive as an opportunity to strip down. I have to hand it to him though, he did manage to remove his underwear without unbuckling his seat belt. It took me almost 15 minutes to get him dressed because he was cold and squirmy. Of course he was cold, he was naked! Apparently he doesn't yet grasp the concept or the purpose of clothing.
There has been a definite chill in the air during the past few days. The house is cold, but an epic battle between Scott and me has kept the heat turned off. Of course, it is easy for him to insist on keeping the heat off since he is at work most of the day, feeling warm and cozy. I'm cold and cranky.
With the house being so chilly, I'm surprised that Robby has not complained of being cold as he runs around naked. As he is body slamming into the pillows on my bed for probably the hundredth time today , I think I discovered my answer. His is not cold because he is in constant motion. I really wish I had his energy!
I love being a Mommy, but I need a vacation- or at least a nap. This weekend is supposed to be warmer, which will take the chill out of the house. Unfortunately, it won't do anything to convince my little streaker to wear clothes. Trying to look on the positive, at least I don't have a lot of laundry to do.