4 posts tagged “tired”
that my son is in fact a genius:
The big happy face is the Daddy happy face. The smaller one is SkyWalker (note the perspective--he's looking at the Daddy) and the smallest is the princess. He made it for her so it's hanging in her room right now.
And then today he did this:
Might be hard to see... but that is a happy face sun. That is hanging on our refrigerator.
And just for fun here is a picture of the two of them playing together:
One slipper belongs to him and one to her.
The Princess has done nothing but nurse and sleep today. She didn't have a fever but she was just SO tired. Maybe she got it from me. Maybe it's contagious. Because I could totally fall asleep right now.
Why am I so soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard?
This is my first weekend at work.
Besides the fact that I no longer actually enjoy working or care at all, this is also the first day that I will be away from the Princess for more than a couple of hours. It will be 8 1/2 hours by the time I get home (and she will hopefully be napping when I do get home). I'm not quite sure how I am still breathing.
It did not help that she was up TWICE last night. She's been up since she got her shots. I hope it hasn't turned into a habit. I am *so* tired.
It's only 9:30.
The Princess rolled over last Thursday and SkyWalker and I were there to witness it. This is why I am home. :-)
I am tired as usual, and more tired because I am sleeping later in the morning. I've gotten into this vicious circle--I don't get out of bed in the morning until the last minute because I am lacking in energy and somewhat depressed and I am somewhat depressed and lacking in energy BECAUSE I'm not getting out of bed in the morning! Bah.
My best friend has found someone to buy her house and this is just the first step in her moving away. And as much as she can say she's coming back, I just won't believe it until I see it.
I am so unbelievably happy being at home with my kids and everything is working out great there and yet I am so sad because I don't have any friends to share it with. We're starting gymnastics and soccer this week so SkyWalker can try to meet new people, but I've given up on the idea of me ever having friends again.
We're having SkyWalker's birthday party on Saturday. I can't believe he'll be 3 on Monday. It's gone so fast. I can't believe we found out I was pregnant with the Princess a year ago (on his second birthday). And now she'll be 4 months old on Saturday. It's just amazing.
Vader is going to Buffalo tomorrow and staying until Thursday. He'll be home late Thursday so I will have to deal with the kids and the dogs by myself. This will suck donkey balls.
I really need to remember to bring tissues into this office so I can wipe myself after I pump. If I dribble boob-milk on my pants again I'm going to be annoyed.
The average weight gain for newborn babies according to kellymom.com (a fantastic site for breastfeeders) ranges from 5-8.5 ounces a week depending on the source of the information. The little Princess went for her weight check yesterday. She gained 2 pounds since her last checkup, 16 days before. Do the math people, she's gained twice as much as the average. Hilarious. She is now 8 pounds, 15 ounces. Or well, she was that at 1 pm yesterday. I'm sure she's over 9 pounds now. Keep in mind that although she was 7 lbs, 4 oz at birth she dropped down to 6 lbs 11 oz when we brought her home. In conclusion, my boobs are magic.
Is it any wonder I'm so frickin' tired? I feed her A LOT. But I'm wearing my smallest shorts today, shorts that didn't fit me just last week (although I lost all the weight immediately except for a few pounds in my boobs, my belly was still somewhat flabby and I couldn't wear things that should have fit.).
My mother is here visiting and SkyWalker has conned her into getting up very early and taking care of him. I am, ashamedly, letting him get away with it. I can hear him over the monitor but I am in bed blogging. I am showered and dressed and relaxing a little while the Princess sleeps next to me in her co-sleeper. She's stretching and waking up and ha, right now she is putting her little hands on the sides of her head in a "why do I have to get up now?" manner which is precisely what I do at 3:30 am when she is demanding to be fed.
I should probably rescue my mother and bring the Princess upstairs to get dressed. It is 7:12 am. How on earth am I awake?
