Well, though Delaney still holds the family title of Easiest Baby So Far, she is still, well, a baby. A demanding-hungry-poopy-crying-spitting up-wants to be held most of her waking hours-BABY.
She is now waking in the night for a feeding like a normal infant. I got a blissful four weeks of sleeping ALMOST through the night before she started acting like a "real" baby. I now give her a last feeding at midnight and then sleep until about 4:30. She usually goes back to sleep when her feeding is over, and I get another hour or two.
Now, I know it seems that I have lucked out in the sleep deprivation department, but you may not realize that I need about ten or eleven hours sleep to function properly. For instance, in the last three days I have:
1. Gotten Laura ready for school on the wrong day, bows in her hair and all, while Garrett galloped around thirty minutes before departure time still in his pajamas.
2. Burned myself three times during the preparation of two dinners, enough to blister my skin. And I suffer in silence, as I killed the aloe plant six months ago.
3. Went out specifically to go to the post office (to mail in my PLEADING LETTER for excuse from Jury Duty-great timing, no?) and proceeded, with all three children in the car - one crying, one whining, and one kicking my seat - to drive past the post office entrance not one, not two, but THREE times before I ditched the whole freaking thing and mailed it from home.
4. Gone downstairs to retrieve a paper from the printer and forgot why the hell I had gone downstairs. I wandered around for awhile, picking up stray socks and such, and finally went back up. I later remembered the paper I needed, went back down to try again, but came up with a pair of shoes instead. Gah.
In short, my brain is fried. I am really freaking tired, and I'm hosting a birthday party for Garrett in two days. I have all kinds of things I want to chitchat about, but I'm going to go have a really big bowl of ice cream instead.
I promise to put pictures up next time!
She is now waking in the night for a feeding like a normal infant. I got a blissful four weeks of sleeping ALMOST through the night before she started acting like a "real" baby. I now give her a last feeding at midnight and then sleep until about 4:30. She usually goes back to sleep when her feeding is over, and I get another hour or two.
Now, I know it seems that I have lucked out in the sleep deprivation department, but you may not realize that I need about ten or eleven hours sleep to function properly. For instance, in the last three days I have:
1. Gotten Laura ready for school on the wrong day, bows in her hair and all, while Garrett galloped around thirty minutes before departure time still in his pajamas.
2. Burned myself three times during the preparation of two dinners, enough to blister my skin. And I suffer in silence, as I killed the aloe plant six months ago.
3. Went out specifically to go to the post office (to mail in my PLEADING LETTER for excuse from Jury Duty-great timing, no?) and proceeded, with all three children in the car - one crying, one whining, and one kicking my seat - to drive past the post office entrance not one, not two, but THREE times before I ditched the whole freaking thing and mailed it from home.
4. Gone downstairs to retrieve a paper from the printer and forgot why the hell I had gone downstairs. I wandered around for awhile, picking up stray socks and such, and finally went back up. I later remembered the paper I needed, went back down to try again, but came up with a pair of shoes instead. Gah.
In short, my brain is fried. I am really freaking tired, and I'm hosting a birthday party for Garrett in two days. I have all kinds of things I want to chitchat about, but I'm going to go have a really big bowl of ice cream instead.
I promise to put pictures up next time!
8 Comments:
If it makes you feel any better, I only have 2 kids, and I do crazy stuff like that all the time. Give yourself a break, new mom of 3! As long as those kids are happy (and galloping sounds happy!), then you're doing a fine job. :) Have fun at the birthday party---it will be great, and hopefully you'll get some adult conversation in there too.
ouch! early dementia...and here I thought it was just me! hang in there.
Ah ha! There is the Stacey I know...lol! You will be fine as always. I don't have little ones and I forget why I went to a certain room ALL THE TIME! ;)
I swear that I'm feeling your pain, but is it bad of me to laugh about you getting the wrong kid ready for school? Too funny.
What is it with these schools and their inability to schedule all of the Preschool and PreK levels on the same day? Don't they realize that mothers like the children to be gone all at once? ;o)
um...you forgot to invite us to Garretts birthday party.....
(just a reminder..)
:)
Love ya!
Lucy
3 kids, one brain. Enough said. Also following those same lines, 6 arms, 30 fingers, and 3 brains all compared to your 2 arms, 10 fingers and again, 1 brain. I got some really nice advice while prego w/ # 3. You have left man to man defense and you are now in the zone. Ahh I love sports analogies. So true though. Good luck, and I wish I could say it gets better. Half the time I can't remember what I am doing. Get some sleep girl!
Good luck w/ the party. UGH! I hope you decided to do pizza.
The fact that you even attempted to cook at least 3 dinners amazes me!
Ah, I remember posting while I was going on little to no sleep (and I count 4 hours as no sleep b/c like you, I need a lot of sleep to function). You did better than me. I think I let the f bomb fly a few times in my post.
Also, I walk in a room and forget what I went in there for in the first place all! the! time! so don't feel bad about that one.
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