It's true, May is here. I really don't know how...it's seems like April fools day was just last week. Well, there goes another month that breezed right by me in my semi-conscience state brought on by lack of sleep.
Oh, sleep, it sounds so nice. It's what I should be doing instead of fulfilling the (self-made) obligation of updating this blog. But it is only 7:45, and even though I have had only 4 hours of sleep in the past 36 hours I just can't go to bed that early.
I can't blame it all on Owen - though the little monkey plays a big part - it's mostly the night shifts that are slowly killing me. I am currently looking for a new job, one that pays the same but has better hours. Don't worry, I'm not holding my breath.
As for the little guy, I'm sure it's hard on him to not be able to sleep through the night, and I wish I could make it all better for him (plus the added benefit that his parents would get a blissful full nights rest). I'm hoping that we are making some progress with a little bit of all the ideas and tips from friends and random websites. The goal now is to get into some sort of good sleep routine down before we jet off to Indiana in June. The 6 hour time difference will probably throw him all off again, but I will try to not think of that right now.
Since I seem to be rambling on - it must be bad if I'm starting to bore myself - I think I might just need to pour a glass of wine and crawl into bed with a good book. I may even get through a page or two.
1 comment:
Hey, Angie, it gets better and easier as he gets older. At least I always thought so. Being tired all the time is kinda synonymous with being a young mother.
I'd like to pretend that you spend most of your days at the beach and that living where you do is like being on one constant holiday...which in a way, it is.
Owen is cute as a bug, as are the three of you together. Grandma China is disgustingly proud, and only one step more advanced in her syndrome than grandpa Steve.
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