This week is kicking my ass! We were out of town last weekend and came home Sunday slightly hungover and very tired, having to unpack (1/2 of the contents of our house, which we took along to keep Squidge entertained/corralled/out of harms way) and get ready to go back to work on Monday. We have something every. single. day. this week after work-nutritionist appointment, my doctor’s appointment, family in from out of town for dinner, ear infection re-check appointment, and physical therapy.
On top of that, Squidge was out of food so batches of fruit needed to be peeled, chopped, cooked, pureed and frozen; bills needed to be paid; house needed to be tidied and groceries needed to be bought and prepped for company dinner, and oh yeah, Squidge needed to be fed and entertained (and yesterday- bathed with a full outfit change twice after diaper poop-splosions).
On top of all THAT, I’ve discovered monumental fuck ups with a medical bill from last January and all of Squidgey’s prescriptions since birth. So I have been stuck in automated phone menu hell with the hospital, both insurance companies, the pharmacy, and the third party pharmacy benefits company, trying to get this shit straightened out. Each call either yielded completely conflicting information or denial of responsibility for anything, sending me back to call one of the other companies, and sit on hold, press 1 for English, etc., AGAIN. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Of course, trying to make a phone call around Squidge means that he is eager to climb you and reach out for a phone tasting, and pissed when it is not offered up on a silver platter. As an alternative, I can leave him in the playroom, hoping that he will entertain himself while I sneak off to try to make a call. However, these days, that inevitably ends with me finding him less than 30 seconds later, in another room, attempting to lick an electrical socket.
After a brief honeymoon period where he was fairly independent as far as entertaining himself, yet slow enough locomoting to stay in one place for a while, we’re now entering the lightening mobility phase. Before, you could stand him at a toy/activity table and he’d stay there for a good 10 minutes-because he didn’t know how to get down. If you sat him in front of it, he’d spend at least 5 minutes wobblingly trying to pull himself up. Now he’s up and down faster than you can blink and crawling off at Nascar speeds. After what seems like forever of waiting for him to finally roll over, sit up, crawl on all fours, push to sit, etc., I’m amazed at the speed he’s acquiring new skills. Walking and running won’t be far off!