Success…sort of

First off. Please overlook all typos and grammatical errors. I’m typing this on my phone while rocking the baby to sleep. Ahhh…the multitasking life of a mom.

The reason I’m using my phone is because our life has been technological hell the last few days. Last week, our brand new HD receiver remote broke. We didn’t drop it or anything. It just stopped working. While I was online chatting with a tech, trying to get it fixed, the computer screen went blank and then started repeating scary phrases that made me think it was going to come to life and eat me. Unfortunately, I had seen this very same error message just a few weeks ago. And I knew it was bad. After a quick trip to the computer shop, it was confirmed…death. To our 6-month-old computer. Fortunately, it’s
still under warranty, which means it will be fixed at no cost to us. But, it’ll take about two weeks to get it back. Hence the phone.

So. You’d think that two brand new pieces of equipment broken on the same day would be enough. And you’d be right. But no. It gets better. Today, I was going to attempt my first run with Baby E and, more importantly, a new sports bra. I had my smart phone and iPod (new, iPod…do you see where this is going?) in one hand and the baby and all the baby stuff in the other. As I was loading him into the jogger, I lost my grip on the techie gadgets. Which is better than losing my grip on the baby. I guess. (Okay, okay, it is. But babies are surprisingly resilient…just saying….) So the iPod – my pretty, new, pink Nano – takes the hit. On the concrete.

It still works for now. But the screen is all busted so I don’t know how long it will.

The good news is that for the half a mile I was able to run, the new bra worked great! No pain, except for what you’re supposed to feel when you run. The more bad news is that Baby E does not take kindly to being woken at 7 in the a.m. I had planned to run for about 3 miles, but the incessant screaming forced me to walk after only about 5 minutes. I managed to get a 30 minute workout in, but that was interspersed with stopping every 50 feet to pop the pacy back in his wide-open screaming mouth. I found that the nonjarring walk-pace made his screaming slightly less horrific, so I stuck to that. I guess I’ll have to give the new bra a full test run on the treadmill.

But it’s all good because after all the chaos and techie tragedy, I still get to sit in my rocker and look at my baby’s beautiful, sleeping face. It seems I can’t put him down without waking him up, thus beginning the crying jag again. But that’s a post for another day.

All in all, I’ll count the morning as a success…sort of.

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