I'm not super mom. I'm not super wife. I'm not super teacher. I'm not super friend. I'm just Erin, and I'm human at that.
I can't do it all. I need help. I work at Sylvan and tell them I'm working for my "diaper fund," so they give me a consistent 4 hours a week. I've decided that that is also the "floor cleaning fund." With Elsie about to take off, any day now, I need help keeping my house clean enough for baby, so I've been asking around for companies, services, and rates. Saturday, a sweet woman named Sharon who I learned about through our church family came over so that she could see what was involved. She was only coming to look, but she ended up staying for an hour to help. It's amazing how much work two people can get done in an hour when their goals are shared. We were able to sort and clean the living room, dining room, and sweep/mop all the floors. It was a different place. I could breathe (only figuratively--literally I needed my inhaler and a later a breathing treatment because of all the dust/allergens kicked up). Just that little bit made a huge difference, but I will continue to need help. Sharon's specialty is that she's a good organizer. I think I will have her come once a month (at least) to help me out. I'm also going to hire a professional cleaning service (also someone from church) to come and do a thorough ceiling fan to baseboard cleaning of the house, disinfecting anything and everything--as an early Christmas present to myself before the busyness of the holidays sets in.
Of course, once the floors were clean, Coco decided it would be a good time to get sick all over the place. C'est la vie.
On a different note, I just read my friend's post about the childcare workers at her church being surprised, in a condescending way, that she's still nursing her 10-month-old. Really? People can be so callous sometimes when they don't even know it. Which reminds me...
I told you about a date night that Eli and I went on a couple of weeks ago. The contact point for the event was a woman I had never met, a stay-at-home mom to three. She sat at the table behind us and we got to talking, and she said that she remembered me say that it was feeding time for Elsie and conversationally asked if I was nursing or formula feeding. I told her. She wanted to know how I did that and worked full time, so I told her I was pumping while at work and nursing at home. Her response, "I don't know how you do it. I had to pump two or three times and I hated it." Thanks. Two or three times total? With three kids? How very fortunate for her. I pump two or three times A DAY because I do what I have to do. The irrational part of me wanted to tell her to shut. up. But I didn't. I'm sure her intent was not malicious, but her words weren't really thought out, either. I pretty much let the conversation die and walked away. What do you say to that and save face?
Anyway, we're doing well for this All Saints Day. We're about to have our first homecooked meal in I-don't-know-how-long, and going up to the church for a deacon meeting. We're down to one car again, as the Subaru is in the shop getting the A/C re-fixed. I think that's all the updates for now.