Atomic Tonic

Yesterday morning we went to a birthday party with balloons and juice boxes and cupcakes. Matilda spent a large part of the party climbing the stairs and jumping on a bed. Linnea spent the duration crashed out in a pouch on Niclas.

We arrived back home around four to find the house a little chilly. Like, the heat wasn't working chilly. It's February and Linnea is two and a half weeks old and we have no heat. Matilda was up till nearly 10 the previous night playing with cousins and is now hysterically tired and we have no heat. It's a Saturday night and we have no heat. We should never have been allowed to buy a house because we have no idea who to call when we have no heat. It's a good thing our neighbor is handy as we have no heat.

It's Sunday and we still have no heat. We've had a man from the gas company, the previous owner, our neighbor and his electrician all banging around our basement in the last 24 hours and we have no heat. The furnace is missing a part. It's Sunday.

We showered at our neighbor's house this morning. I just pulled the driest turkey ever to miss a Thanksgiving dinner out of the oven. We've got a space heater on in the basement to avoid busted pipes and one in the living room to avoid freezing babies.

I want this post to be better. I want my parenting to be better. It's a Sunday in February and we have no heat. The two-year old is willful and whiney and playing deaf. The two-week old has officially eaten her way through my birthing hormones. I am tired. The young one is hungry. The old one is testing limits like it's her job. I am fat. I know I just had a kid but I am big and I'm not comfortable with it. I meant to run yesterday but I didn't get up in time. I meant to run today but didn't because I have to plan my runs and showers around a ravenous (chubby cheeks! double chin!) newborn and we were showering at our neighbor's house and I didn't have the time.

It's a Sunday in February and we have no heat.