Giving It Up to (and for) the Universe

Sometimes things just work better when we let them be. Or perhaps things always work better when we let them be — when we stop trying to control the whole world and just allow stuff to take care of itself. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately since when you have a child there isn’t much you can control, and that control gets less and less as their little lives progress. Of course, for those of us who are control freaks, asking us to surrender even the illusion that we’re in control is like asking us to just stop digesting, or using our hands, or wearing clothes to church. But, sometimes, occasionally giving it up to the universe pays off in a really tangible way.

Yesterday, WTN’s wife (WTNW?) came to my front door — which has NEVER happened– and came into my house to tell me that even though they had planted some bushes in the Disputed Property Next to Our House, they wanted me to know that I could still do whatever I wanted to that land and that they didn’t want us to feel like we couldn’t use it just because they’d put in some plants in over there.

While this still implies that she believes that they own the space and that she is graciously letting us do what we want on our own land, I’m SO OK with it. The evening that I had my Coffee-Shop meltdown when I saw WTN planting, SU and I talked about what was going on with WTN, I realized that I really don’t care what they plant or do over there, I mean, they’re the ones who have to look at it more frequently. (It’s on a side of the house that we never visit, and only have 2 windows on) But, as I told him, I just wished they had talked to us about it.

In the interest of my own sanity, Spousal Unit and I decided that I should surrender my worry about it to the universe and the responsibility for dealing with it over to him. (He then rapidly proceeded to do nothing… but since I had agreed to turn it over to him, I had to keep my big damn trap shut.)

But, back to my good thing — apparently the universe heard me and sent WTNW over to chat. So, it was good that neither of us went over and got all postal on the neighbors. It all worked out like I wanted it to. Cool, huh?

Now, I need to give the Gadlet’s sleeping/eating habits up to the universe. Last night the longest stretch between feedings I got was 2 hours. Usually it was 1.5. I think that waking a prisoner up every 1.5 is prohibited by the Geneva Convention. Apparently, I’ve got a little Bushie on my hands who thinks the Geneva Convention doesn’t apply to her. Add to this, despite 2 nights running of sleeping in her own co-sleeper next to the bed, last night she was having none of it and so grunted and wiggled her way through the night sleeping in my armpit. This did not make for good sleep in the 1.5 hours I did manage to get before feedings. This morning, I’m drained. Literaly and figuratively. I told the Gadlet at the 7:00 a.m. feeding that I was just about ready sell her to the gypsies. But apparently her father (who totally slept through this whole drama, dammit) seems to like her and wants to keep her, so she’s safe for now.

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7 responses to “Giving It Up to (and for) the Universe

  1. Well no wonder she kept waking up — if you think YOU were uncomfortable, imagine how much SHE enjoyed the pleasure of being in your armpit…

    lol.

    Do I know you well enough to tease you?

  2. Those boobless dads–they’re impossible when it comes to the selling of the babe. Some devious evolutionary device no doubt. Oh, but I really think she’s cute, they say upon rising after a full 7 or 8 hours of sleep.
    Sadly, he’s right. She’s pretty awfully cute. I imagine you guys will end up keeping her.

  3. Ah yes, the control freak confronted with a) neighbours and b) infants. Been there.

    We tell Munchkin that we will feed her to the wild dogs: but now, at 16 months old, all she does is yell “Dogs!” and woof enthusiastically. It’s not much of a threat, really.

    Many is the co-sleeping night where I have essentially breastfed in my sleep. You’ll get there too, probably.

  4. Yes, just in case you haven’t figured it out yet, parenting is the Universe’s way of reminding us [all us control freaks] that we never had control to begins with šŸ™‚

    You should check out M’s blog at http://separation-of-spheres.blogspot.com. She’s got a 1-yr old who is good to make it to 5:00 a.m. before waking her up for an early morning snack.

    I promise, it gets better. Eventually, they buy you Mother’s Day gifts, snuggle with you (on purpose), and make you see that being their mom is easily the best damn thing in the world!

  5. Babies may be sent to remind us that we were never in control in the first place, but don’t kid yourself that you will consequently manage to give up being such a control freak over night. I suspect that they’re really just trying to soften us up a bit before they turn 13.

    She is adorable. And I can say that as someone who hasn’t had a full night’s sleep in weeks.

  6. Hey, this has nothing to do with anything, but I finally got an avatar. Looky!

  7. mom- great avatar! (How do you get one of those, anyway? Despite my love of all things Apple and some delusions of granduer when it comes to computers, I’m slightly useless.) And yes please with the teasing! You could be right, too, since giving birth I suddenly actually have BO — which is new. Spousal Unit used to insist I was an alien because I never smelled. He would tease me that I only change shirts and socks every day because other people do. But now- totally necessary.

    And, hey, thanks for the reminders that I’m not in charge here, as much as I may like to think I am!

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