I’m tired. I’m not going to lie. And what the hell is up with all of the paid programming that comes on after about 2:00 a.m. Who decided that those of us with newborns or sleep disorders want to watch countless hours of exercise equipment or hair growth programming? Thank goodness for my DVR – I can catch up on Toddlers & Tiara’s, Boston MED, or the new season of Real World. I have to get out of bed and go in the living room when I feed Ty, otherwise we wake up Dom and then he’s up the rest of the night. So far Ty has been doing great, giving me about 3 – 4 hours of sleep without interuption – I get about 6 – 7 hours of sleep total which I would consider fantastic. Even though I’m staring at my television at 2:30 a.m. and would love to be all curled up in my nice, soft comforter I stare at my little guy and cherish the moment. Tired and all I know this will pass quickly, as I watch my almost two year old dump out an entire bag of animal crackers as I sit here and type this.
Our new normal is starting to come together – Dom takes Brooklyn to school M-W-F, then she’s home with me on Tuesday and Thursdays. We fill our Tuesdays and Thursdays with PJ’s all morning, playing upstairs in her room, painting, doing *stickers*, taking care of Baby Ty. After her nap I try to find something else to do that allows her to get outside, although the rain today will make that somewhat difficult. We may curl up on the couch and watch Jungle Book or Nemo for the 134th time. I’ve had to let go a bit of my obsessive need to keep our house clean as I’ve learned quickly that dried cheerios on your favorite rug are the new normal, and a few dishes in the sink don’t hurt anything. Dom reminds me that we do ‘live’ here, so let it be for awhile. I have felt a bit overwhelmed when Brooklyn is screaming for something and Ty is too – those are moments I just take a deep breath in, smile, and give myself a pat on the back for being able to shower and put on makeup that day.