I just don't know if it is ok to change things.
And then I thought about things:
- life changes.
- 1001 days is a long time.
- laziness is different than necessity.
- I made up my list and I am the only one in control over it.
And so, number 23 was changed. Originally number 23 was to babysit all my nephews from Friday - Sunday. Not only would my sister not even request that of me anymore (unless it was an emergency), but I wouldn't survive. I would.not.survive.
I barely survived with just Reid.
Reid is 2. A toddler. High-energy. Not accustomed to boredom. He has built in entertainment in his two older brothers. He eats snacks. He drinks juice.
We don't have that here. We have a 4 1/2 month old. Baby toys. A small backyard. Adult food. Adult drinks.
But we are still alive. Reid is still alive.
And my goodness, Reid is in love with his "Uh-Maaah" (Uncle Matt).
We attempted to get Reid to eat at meal times, to not feed the dog, to not yell at the dog, to not step on the baby, and to sleep in the pack and play. Sometimes we succeeded. Sometimes we did not.
And now, at the end of the weekend, I have a cold, Matt has run out of patience, and we are both exhausted. If it weren't for the baby, we'd probably both be passed out on the couch.