The house is a mess. A mountain of laundry. The book/DVD/clothing cull only half done. Kitchen is a disaster. At least I’ve kept up with the dishes.
Why won’t she sleep? We both recovered from jet lag so easily after the flight out. It has been four days since we got home and things aren’t getting any better.
Maybe she’s hungry. Or thirsty. She’s definitely sleepy. Why do babies fight sleep?
Because they are strange little creatures.
It’s a good thing she’s so cute.
Maybe we should go for a walk outside.
It’s nice out there. If there wasn’t so much light pollution we could see the stars. Good temperature too. I’m glad the humidity is finally gone for the year. I guess we can probably put the air conditioner back in the Cupboard of Doom.
I’m hungry. No, I’m not hungry. But I want to eat something. I had a banana half an hour ago, but it didn’t help. Something chocolate. I’m totally comfort eating.
Maybe a spoonful of Nutella. I’ve already had one of those too. Will Hubby think less of me if the jar I bought yesterday is empty by morning? Because it’s looking like quite a possibility.
I really need to stop doing this. I don’t need these calories so why do I want them?
She’s starting to get sleepy. Finally.
MASH the movie is on the TV. I’ve always wanted to watch it, but I haven’t really been paying attention. It seems really misogynistic though.
I’m starting to run out of things that I want to watch on Sky’s on-demand collection. It has lasted me seven months of maternity leave, so pretty good actually.
This movie is really awful. I’m going to turn it off.
Oh good. She’s starting to doze off.
Seven months. She’s seven months old today. That’s hard to believe. It feels more like seven weeks. We put a hat on her yesterday that a friend made for us right after she was born. It used to fit more like a baggy beret. Now it’s a tight beanie. That was surprising. She has grown so much, but why don’t I see it?
She’s asleep! Now I have to decide what to do next. Stay awake with her cuddled in my arms? I don’t get sleep, but she does.
Or I can risk standing up and going to the bedroom with her. She might wake up though. She has been a delicate sleeper lately. I think I’ll take the chance.
But then what? Her own bed or co-sleep? She’ll sleep better in bed with me, but Hubby and I won’t get as much rest. And I really don’t want to reinforce that habit any more than I already have.
Well, it doesn’t matter now anyway. She’s awake again.
Ugh.
Where’s the Nutella?
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Great post! Even now my boys are nine and six I still have fond memories of being up with them through the night and watching them fall asleep in my arms. Probably didn’t enjoy it as much at the time! Keep up the amazing parenting, and keep posting.
Heh. I’m sure I’ll look back at the late nights/early mornings together with fondness – I already do to the days when she was smaller and guzzling away on a bottle. But, right now, I just miss my sleep. 🙂