Wearing me down

I have loved living "in" the city for the past four years. It has been such a different experience for me to be able to take public transportation everywhere, walk to the grocery store, and feel like I have everything at my fingertips. However, I am starting to realize why people with kids live in the suburbs.

This morning I finished feeding Charlie at 6:45am and had him all warm and cozy up against my chest. Just as I was thinking of how nice it was, I heard the construction trucks getting going outside. As much as I was annoyed at hearing them, I feel lucky because it reminded me that our car was parked in a temporary no parking zone and that they would start towing at 7am. So I had to put Charlie down, wake up Kyle to tell him to listen out for Charlie and then get bundled up over my pajamas to go move the car. By the grace of God I was able to find a spot very easily, but I came two inches away from stepping in a huge pile of dog poop as I got out of my car.

After an early start this morning I continued my day with taking Charlie on a walk. Our stroller is great on the cobblestones, but since every part of Brussels seems to be under road construction I found myself having to walk in the street because so many sidewalks are torn up (of course the whole time I am also trying to still dodge dog poop). After an eventful walk I carried a bag of groceries in one arm, Charlie in the other, and a pack of toilet paper wedged between Charlie's body and my chin up 50 stairs. By the third flight I could feel my thighs burning. I tried to be positive and think about how I was fitting in a work out on top of it all but I will admit that a one floor house with a garage in the suburbs is sounding pretty good right now.

And since I know some of you would rather just see a picture of Charlie instead of my rant, here he is sleeping in his bassinet after coming in from a walk. Notice where his socks are.