Free the...arms?

One of the most difficult adjustments when it comes to parenthood is the loss of an arm. We're not talking amputation either. Little Audrey absolutely loves to be held...at all times. I have difficulty putting her down because within 5 minutes she realizes that she is not being held in my arms, wakes up, and starts whaling at the top of her lungs.

For most of the day she is attached to my left arm. I never knew how difficult it was to do the simplest tasks, such as brushing my teeth or taking birth control, with only one arm free. So far I have figured out how with one arm to fill & empty the dishwasher, do laundry, vacuum (sometimes I can get away with strapping her in the Baby Bjorn), clean the kitchen counters (using kiddie-safe cleaners), make a sandwich, toast and smear cream cheese on a bagel (she tends to squirm with this task) , wash out her bath tub when I bathe her solo, and put on dog collars (dogs are no longer allowed to wear their collars in the house).

As for showering, that's a whole other can of worms. That has to be timed perfectly when she naps. If not, oy, then she's shrieking by the time I begin to wash my hair.

And, I start work again on Friday without child care. This should be interesting.

Even with all that has been said in this blog post, I still love the little booger and don't regret having her.