Dunzo

Last Friday was my last day of medical school EVER.  Sadly, there was no party, no fanfare, just one last test to close out my anesthesia rotation.  And it was harder than I had expected.  Thank you, anesthesia department, for making sure that I felt stupid up to the last second of medical school.  Mission accomplished.

So now I'm done with school and I don't start residency until July 1st.  Ah vacation, glorious vacation....er....

What?  Weezy wants to get up at 6:30?

Weezy needs to be entertained every second of the day?

Weezy needs her laundry done?

Weezy needs a bath?

Weezy needs me to follow her around to make sure she doesn't choke on something/smack her head on something/knock something over/lick the floor/abuse the dogs?

Weezy doesn't understand that mommy is on vacation!

So this past week has been a crash course in stay-at-home-mommying.  I'm convinced that I stink at it.  Weezy's convinced that I stink at it and has asked, on several occasions, when I get to go back to work so Oma can come over.  We are learning together.....this will be a process.

Thankfully, GG came over on Wednesday and played with the Weez so I could try to get a few things done around the house.

GG has a way of getting Weezy to fall asleep.  Nicely done GG, nicely done.  While this was going on, I was dusting in our sunroom.  I was all proud of myself too and then Danny came home and didn't even notice.  My feelings were crushed.  I'm still recovering.  

Then Bethany and Natalie came over for a visit.  And Bethany brought Chipotle!  She is my favorite person.  

And that baby of hers is one cute little punkin.  Look at that face!  

While Bethany and I were eating, we did what any good parents would do.  Tied our children down and plopped them in front of the TV.  Ah silence :)  They were watching educational, life enriching television....of course!

Natalie was born in December and Bethany is already skinny again.  Skinnier than she was before Natalie.  It's a good thing she brought me food, otherwise I wouldn't speak to her. 

On Thursday we had coffee with our friends Nici and Maggie.  Well, Nici and I had coffee.  Weezy and Maggie practiced interacting with each other.  Maggie was very eager to play, but Weez was in a bit of a stand-offish mood.  Aloof, really.  And a bit whiney.  Not sure what that was about, but she warmed up eventually.  Nici gave me some pointers on stay-at-home-mommery.  She seems to have it mastered.  Her house (at least what I saw of it) was spotless, her hair was curled (at 8:30 in the morning), and there were fresh muffins and fresh coffee in the kitchen.  Freaking birds were chirping outside of her window.  Oh, and I'm pretty sure she makes her own baby food too.  If she didn't give me lemon-poppy seed muffins, I wouldn't have spoken to her either. 

After our playdate, The Weez and I were on our own.  She was tuckered out from being snotty, so she took a 2.5 hour nap when we got home.  During that time, I contemplated my existence, cleaned the kitchen, dusted the blinds, came to the conclusion that I need a cleaning lady, remembered that we can't afford a cleaning lady and then wept violently.  Then I watched Days of Our Lives.  

Tomorrow, Weezy and Mommy make cookies......