It started out like any other. I awoke to the sound of my wee one cooing in the bassinet. I savored the contrast of my warm covers and the cool-ish underside of my pillow. And I foolishly imagined what it would be like to sleep undisturbed for just one more hour. Then, like pulling off a band aid, I got out of bed.
Clementine took a late morning nap and I tidied up the house. Then she had a bottle and we played for a while. We sang paddy cake and practiced reaching out and grabbing things with our hands (this pays off later in the day). After a bath she took another nap which allowed me to make some lunch and do some online Christmas shopping.
5:00 rolls around and while Nate took a shower (sometimes we don't bathe or brush our teeth until 5pm) Clementine and I played mama tiger and tiger cub. This game is my new favorite. It basically goes like this: we growl at each other and then Clementine attacks me, open-mouthed, and gums my face until I'm completely drenched in cub drool.
Then it happened. I'm hoping it happens to other moms, too. Cause it totally happened to me. I handed the baby to Nate, put on my coat, ignored the fact that I had greasy hair and no makeup on, and ran from the house. I had to. It felt like I was going to go crazy if I spent one more moment breathing the air in there. Sure I just roamed the aisles of Walgreens and Target, but it was simply the most enjoyable 90 minutes I've had in a while - greasy hair and all.
After that, I drove home, hugged my husband and scooped up my baby because I missed them both.