Monday, April 26, 2010

Oh how time flies

I cannot believe that tomorrow morning I will be headed back to work. I does not seem possible that it has been 8 weeks since my second son entered this world! When it was time to go back to work after Caiden was born almost 5 years ago, I was so ready to get back to reality. Now that tomorrow is the big day; this time around, I am not ready!
What's the difference this time? I think it is because my hubby is home every night to relieve me of my duties and to hold adult conversation. When Caiden was a newborn, hubby was working out of town, leaving on Monday morning and coming home Thursday night. So I couldn't wait to get back to work and be with other adults.
What makes me the most nervous is the mornings. Bennett currently wakes up at about 4AM to eat and goes back to sleep by 5. So at that point, do I go back to sleep for an hour, or do I just begin the day at 4? Then I have to get 2 children ready and out the door, dropping them off at two different places and get to work by 7:45AM. Of course, everyone at work knows not to expect me on time on my first day back. Actually I told them not to count on it for at least the first 2 months!
In case you didn't know, I am NOT a morning person. I will get up at the last minute possible to get to work on time...and now I don't know what that last minute is!
Why doesn't hubby help me in the mornings you wonder? Well, because he has to drive over an hour to work everyday, so many days he is on the road before we even wake Caiden up.
Oh boy...tomorrow will be interesting!

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Ramblings of a Sleep Deprived Mama

Bennett is now 5 weeks old and we have yet to get on a schedule. I better start one soon, because I go back to work in less than three weeks...YIKES!! It sometimes feels like his schedule is getting more and more off; he is starting to sleep more during the day and not so much at night. Of course, I do believe my child knows that he is slowly torturing me at night, because right when I have about had enough at night, I get him out of his bed praying he will go back to sleep, and he will look right at me, coo and smile. Melts my heart every time!

It is still weird for me to say the "kids" or the "children" instead of just Caiden. New flash to self...I now have 2 children! Get used to it!

Is it strange that I sometimes wish I was still in the hospital? Ok, really it didn't feel like a hospital, more like a hotel room, with a hospital bed in it. I mean come on...I had nurses and doctors at my finger tips if I had any questions, someone else to stay up with the baby all night long until I was ready for the baby in the morning, no worries about laundry or cleaning the house, visitors to chat with throughout the day...all I had to do was put my feet up and rest. I even had someone else to change most of the poopy diapers!!! How could you not miss it at times?

And while I was up in the wee hours of the morning one day, I found my mind wandering to Michelle know, the 19 children and counting woman from Arkansas. When was the last time she got to sleep through the night? She has been pregnant or had a newborn for like the last 20 years or something, and I know she breastfeeds, so no one else can get up for the midnight feedings. I have been doing it for 5 weeks...maybe the last 3 months if you count my inability to go all night long without peeing in my last couple of weeks of pregnancy....and I just can't WAIT to sleep for 6 or 7 hours at night.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Children's Minds...

It is so funny how a child's mind works sometimes. We have a friend over tonight that my son likes very much and is always concerned about where is is going if he walks out the door. So the friend decides he's going to go to the local gas station to get some beer for him and hubby for the night (and also pick me up a Mt. Dew).

So, of course as soon as friend walks out the door, Caiden asks where he is going. I told him he was just going to run to the gas station for a minute, to which I get a series of "whys" from Caiden. After answering as many of the as I can, he goes to the door to check it out for himself. He comes back to me and being 100% serious says "Mom he didn't run, he took his car."

Oh, the things kids say....