I’ve been trying to pull my thoughts into some version of a post since yesterday, sadly I haven’t had any luck with that. And yet there are all these things in my head that need to come out, so here goes nothing:
***Fathead (my father) is completely incapable of letting me handle anything car related on my own. I’d basically have to be the love child of James Bond and a ninja in order to get anything by him. It’s entirely possible that he has my phone and/or house bugged. There’s no other way he can KNOW these things!
*** Grammy C (Dork Dad’s mom) will be here tomorrow. I CAN NOT WAIT. If there was a way to get her to never, ever leave me I would do it. I mean, I popped out a kid to get this woman to come visit more. No I didn’t. Of course not.
She’s all the things I love about DD plus she’s a woman, loves coffee and vodka as much as I do, thinks I’m hilarious and she completely has my back on this whole raising the kid thing. Oh – and she gives great hugs. Her only flaw is that she lives in NJ. (I’m sure there are others, but I don’t care about them as much as the not living near me full time flaw).
*** Tiny Tyrant has strange taste in music. We were having play time this morning and he was rocking out to Justin Timberlake, Mozart, Bonnie Raitt and Stevie Wonder… I know, weird. Oh and he LOVED this song:
So we’re trying this sleep training thing from a book: 12 Hours’ Sleep in Twelve Weeks. It seems so simple – just keep baby up a little longer each time and stretch the feeding times just a little each day. Suuuure. Riiiiiight. We got through most of the day – he was pretty fussy and pissed off at me – but we got through. Here’s the thing though -I need to eat. And use the bathroom, and do laundry, and pump, and unload the dishwasher… do you see where I’m going with this? I caved. He’s in his swing, falling asleep as I type this.
I am a lazy mommy who will never be able to sleep through the night because she can’t follow simple instructions. But my stomach is full and my bladder is empty!
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