things are going a bit haywire lately. grayson and I still have not managed to get on a schedule. I keep making excuses like, “well, if he was breastfeeding better…” or “well, the formula he’s on is pre-digested, so he can’t possibly be able to sleep longer than 2-3 hours.” but, it’s time to figure something out.
for one thing, I go back to work this saturday. (crazy, how fast these 8 weeks have flown.) but it’s only saturdays right now. I’ll go back fullish time in jan/feb. I need to have something worked out by then, because I can’t be sleeping at work from 8-12! plus, last night was particularly painful. I’m trying to get him to sleep in his crib (he’s been sleeping in his swing because of the massive amounts of spit up.)… and it’s just been a rocky road. I wish I was one of those moms that could let him cry it out… but I’m having a hard time with that.
plus, if I don’t start sleeping at night, john and I are never going to see each other. I feel like we haven’t hung out in forever… and I can’t have that. I love my little man… don’t get me wrong… but I love my husband, too… and I feel like I have not been tending as much to that relationship as I need to. so, there.
last night I ordered a few books on getting the baby on a sleep schedule. please god, let them work. right now, I’m downstairs listening to him on the monitor… he’s just babbling… the kid does not sleep unless he’s rocked and cuddled… and even then, when you put him down, he’s wide awake. I know I did this. I’m just trying to fix it now. friggin’ frack.
last night I was so friggin’ anxious with his noises and whatnot while in the crib, I couldn’t sleep. plus, by the time john got home my nerves were so friggin’ fried everything he was doing was driving me insane! I had to take two advil pm to get to sleep this morning…
so that’s my gripe session for today. wish me luck. I’ve gotta get this house back on track… for all of our sanity. including baby g.
in other news, I got our christmas tree today… came all the way from the basement :) …
it’s just a cute little fakie, but it works. the less I have to clean up come new years, the better. can I get an amen?
welp, I’m off. until next time, toodloo.