My son has not been
the best sleeper, and when I see other women who had their first child near
when I had Jacob already pregnant with their second, I swear this lack of good
sleep (good being the key word here) is the main reason that has us seriously
considering staying just a family of 3. But I really think it could be worse.
Recently he’s been on a streak where he’ll go to bed sometime between 7:30 and
8:00pm and then wake up around 3:30 or 4:00am and he’s really hard to get back
to sleep.
A few weekends ago, on Saturday he made it
until 5:45am before waking up and doing the routine of fighting sleep. Will you
question my sanity if I tell you that I didn’t mind it? Although I would love
to sleep in for once, I was as rested as I ever am and by the time I got him
back to sleep an hour later I knew my husband would be occupied with his long
workout soon and that I would be left alone to not have to share my breakfast,
enjoy a hot cup of coffee, and have control of the remote. ;)
Although I love our
family time together, this kind of time is glorious isn’t it? The only problem
is that when it happens I get that sense of urgency to do the things I want or
need to do. Hurry! Do the dishes because if you do it while he’s awake he tries
to climb into the dishwasher and you’ll be annoyed that you didn’t do it if you
wait until later, watch my show on the DVR, eat breakfast, you should probably
shower so your hair can actually be done for once a weekend, maybe write a blog
post, put some more energy into the never ending de-cluttering project. And
then that sense of hurry, hurry, hurry because he could wake up any minute kind
of sabotages my ability to just chill the hell out and enjoy myself.
So I’m working on it,
starting with writing a post while watching my show (because motherhood has
been such a huge lesson in multitasking, am I right?) and adding a little bit
of Bailey’s in that cup of coffee, and then being really excited to see
his happy face waiting for me at the edge of his crib.
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