Gag. I am back at work. Suckiness. Oh, and how lovely that the weekend before I go back to work, stupid daylight savings time robs me of a precious hour?!!
The good thing is that Knox is here with me. 
I am hellishly tired. Last night, I rushed around like crazy trying to get everything accomplished to get ready for today. I had the baby bathed, fed, swaddled and in bed by 9. Then, my happy butt climbed into bed, too. At 10:00, the screaming began. Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. He doesn’t do that. Normally, once he’s asleep and swaddled, he stays that way until the next feeding. God knows what was wrong with the kid. He screamed and screamed. We tried everything: more boobie, bouncing, walking, three different pacifiers, Mylicon. Nothing worked. Finally, he went to sleep after midnight.
He woke up at 4 to eat, we did that, then back to sleep.
6 a.m. One hour before I need to wake up, my *dear* husband wakes me up by getting dressed in the middle of our bedroom (instead of dressing in the bathroom like a nice boy). Then, he prances over to Knox’s bassinet, no doubt to kiss him loudly and scratchily, so I hissed “PLEASE do not wake him up!” That please was not a friendly one. He looked at me like I was the devil and left. Before I get 457 comments about how mean I am, Trevor wakes him up ALL the time by doing “sweet” things. He is incapable of being quiet and softly kissing him, I’d say he wakes him up 75% of the time. At this point, I was awake and pretty pissed off.
The morning was very rough, I almost got my makeup on before he started wailing. Trying to get dressed, pump, throw dinner in the crock pot and eat something proved very taxing considering he screamed if I sat him down for even a second. Oh well. We got out the door in one piece, and I didn’t even forget anything (at least nothing I can remember…).
So far, we got Knox’s new work pack ‘n play set up, and I rearranged my office to make room for his stuff. He has eaten twice, yelled numerous times and is now sleeping. Am I a bad mother for letting him sleep on his stomach? Unless he’s in his own bed and swaddled up, he will not sleep on his back. He’s sitting next to me, though, so I am sitting here making sure he’s breathing. Something tells me my productivity is going to plummet.
Because how can you get anything done with something so cute and distracting in your lap?
*Don’t forget to enter the giveaway below! Open through tomorrow! *
{ 11 comments }
