We seem to be very consistently back on the newborn sleep plan this week. It's become so regular that I almost don't have to look at the clock. (Two, four, six, eight....we do not appreciate.) There are a multitude of possible reasons--we started a new daycare this week, growth spurt, etc.--but that doesn't do much to help the fact that without sleep, things do not go as well.
Without even really talking about it, Sweet Husband and I have assigned night time duties based on what side of the bed we sleep on. We have a feeding side, and a diaper side. It's actually not a bad trade-off--feeding takes longer, but you don't have to get out of bed to do it; diapering is quick, but requires actually getting up. The other night, after having been on the feeding side for over a week, I ended up on the diaper side. When Sweet Husband handed me the Kid after he had finished eating--in my mostly asleep stupor--I was so confused.
I eventually figured out what it was I was supposed to do with him, changed his diaper, and put him back to bed. But then, about two seconds after I laid back down myself, I was all of sudden wide awake and petrified that I had just put the Kid in his crib upside down. (I.e. with his blanket over his head, instead of his feet.) I hadn't, of course, but the jolt of thinking that I had was not conducive to further sleep.
The next day, I stopped at the library on my way home from work to pick up some books I had reserved. The Kid was sweetly dozing on my shoulder as I walked in, and I was enjoying the sympathetic, "aww-how-cute" smiles of onlookers. I forgot that I had reserved about a half a dozen thick cookbooks, but--seeing that my arms were going to be full--Nice Librarian at the check out desk kindly bagged my books up for me. All good so far, yes?
But then I got to the parking lot. I put the books down by the side of the car, and went to strap the Kid into his carseat. Then, distracted by a five year old running amock in the parking lot and the thought that I needed to be very careful not to back into him, I got in my car and drove home. Anyone see what step is missing?
Thankfully, someone nice took my books back inside the library where they were waiting for me when I came back to retrieve them.
And then there was this morning. The Kiddo was in a beautiful mood--because he basically sleeps through all of his feedings and diaper changes, the little poophead--and I was enjoying making him smile as I got ready for work. Daycare bag packed? Check. Coffee? Check. Shirt on right-side-out? ....Hmm.
I didn't notice until after I dropped him off at daycare. I can only hope his teachers didn't notice, or thought I was making some hip fashion statement.
I was trying to put a positive spin on my tiredness the other day--making lemons out of lemonade and all of that--when the thought popped into my head, "After all, I didn't get much sleep my first semester of law school, and I lived through that...."
If you went to law school, you're laughing right now. If you didn't, it's kind of like saying, "After all, I spent four months in a war zone, and I lived through that...." (OK, now I'm exaggerating, but you get the idea.)
And on that note....goodnight!