I've been sleeping on the couch since December. I was 4 months pregnant with my 3rd when my body decided that my bed just wasn't comfortable enough. Now my little man is almost 3 months old and he sleeps in his swing next to the couch next to me, and my almost 5 year old sleeps at the other end with her foot up my...well, you know. I'm so scared that I'm going to kick her in the face, but maybe if I do, she'll stop wanting to sleep with me on the couch. She's getting sooooo big!
Just a swingin'.
I woke up at 4 something this morning to the sound of Luke grunting. His swing had stopped. Size D batteries don't last long when the swing is in constant motion all night and most of the day. He just loves to swing. Even when in his carseat, if I set him down, he wakes up and starts grunting.
If I swing it, he passes out.
Anyway, I woke up to find him not swinging. I grabbed him and began our 4 AM feeding session which usually doesn't last long because he just wants to use me as a pacifier to fall back asleep. I put him on my pillow hoping that Kinsley wouldn't kick him in the face while I scampered around my dark kitchen looking for scissors to crack open the ridiculous packaging that batteries come in. I find everything I need, and begin trying my hardest not to make too much noise, but hard plastic is impossible to keep quiet when you're cracking it open. I remove the old batteries (maybe 1 1/2 weeks old) and replace them with the new ones. I put him back in his swing and he stayed asleep...PRAISE GOD!
Now I'm wide awake. I put on a pot of coffee. Well, I attempted to. Took me two tries because the first time I put the coffee in the little container thing without a filter. FAILURE. Next try, I got it right.
Once I had my coffee in hand, I sat down to make lists. I love lists, but I'm feeling overwhelmed by what all I have to get done before August 4th.
I return to work on August 4th. I don't have to, but being a teacher takes a lot of preparation in order to have everything perfect for my new batch of students. I usually give myself a week to get my classroom put back together, but it often takes longer than that. We have in-service for 2 weeks prior to school starting and they give us no time to work in our classrooms so we are usually there until after dark. I can't do that this year due to breastfeeding my little man.
So, I now have 2 weeks to get my house in order and get my girls ready to head off to school. I'm stressed. Not only from that, but the fact that Luke still won't take a bottle. It's not that he refuses them, but instead of sucking, he bites the nipple. I'm worried that he is going to work himself into a frenzy that first week.
I seriously worry too much.
By the way, it's storming outside. Serious lightening and thunder. Everyone is asleep.
Except the one that goes to bed last and gets up first. That would be me. Must be nice being a dad.
