I stayed up to watch my phone tick from 1:59am to 1:00am. I really shouldn't have. Not just because I will be tired but because the baby doesn't know that we should be getting an extra hour of delicious sleep today. It's 4:46am her time and she's been awake for 45 minutes now. She is not the best sleeper and we still struggle with a consistent night of sleep. I say that I'll be happy if she sleeps from nine pm to five am but I lie. I want her to sleep until seven or eight am. I want her to sleep like the books say she is supposed to. I want her to sleep so that we can all sleep. So that I can sleep.
When is it too early to teach the baby how to tell time?
Stay At Home Mom in Silicon Valley stumbles through life, fumbles and recovers, grumbles all about it.
Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
While the Baby Cries
I am probably checking statuses and photos on Facebook, or clicking links and retweets on Twitter, while the baby cries.
I am possibly washing day-old dishes, or folding never-ending piles of laundry, while the baby cries.
I am trying to make a healthy lunch, or make a bottle of hard-earned breast milk, while the baby cries.
I am driving in hellish commuter traffic, or have forgotten the diaper bag by the front door, while the baby cries.
I am wrangling the squirming preschooler's hair, telling my husband where he left something, while the baby cries.
I am rushing to finish what I have started, or rushing to start what needs to be done, while the baby cries.
I am bending down to pick her up despite what my physical therapist said, or leaning over her broken drop-side crib despite what my back says, while the baby cries.
I am cuddling, kissing, soothing, singing, whispering...while the to-do list waits.
I am possibly washing day-old dishes, or folding never-ending piles of laundry, while the baby cries.
I am trying to make a healthy lunch, or make a bottle of hard-earned breast milk, while the baby cries.
I am driving in hellish commuter traffic, or have forgotten the diaper bag by the front door, while the baby cries.
I am wrangling the squirming preschooler's hair, telling my husband where he left something, while the baby cries.
I am rushing to finish what I have started, or rushing to start what needs to be done, while the baby cries.
I am bending down to pick her up despite what my physical therapist said, or leaning over her broken drop-side crib despite what my back says, while the baby cries.
I am cuddling, kissing, soothing, singing, whispering...while the to-do list waits.
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