Firstly, a yoga report. It was an interesting afternoon. I ended up leaving my house a little too late, so I had to run to get there on time. As I jogged toward the studio, yoga mat in one hand and journal in the other, I suddenly had an image of myself and just cracked up laughing. Can you imagine what a douche I must have looked like, running down the street with a yoga mat and a journal? You know, in case I felt like doing any stretching, or needed to jot down a few thoughts mid run?
And speaking of douchey images of oneself, I have GOT to figure out a way to shut off my inner cynic. This class I’m taking is going to be pretty cool, I think, but it would be a lot better if I could shut off one of the voices in my head. It’s like I’ve got a middle-aged, midwestern republican living up there who always has to tell me what a hippie I am. As I sit in a circle, sharing thoughts, or worse, interpretive dancing, all I can hear is that guy making fun of me, telling me what a silly, liberal, priveleged fruit I am. This is super lame, because that negativity is so not me! I’m a joiner and an excellent sport. I’m perfectly happy to freestyle dance in a circle with other grownups on a Sunday afternoon.
Further evidence of this privelege, check this out:
I accidently paid $8 for some chocolate covered hazelnuts. I thought that sticker said 50% off. SB had to point it out to me. I’m sad to say this is not the first time I’ve been fooled by expensive nuts. One time at Metropolitan Market, home to many guffaw-worthy, yet tempting and delicious grocery items, I accidently bought a $22 nut sampler. I didn’t look at the price when I picked it up, but when I was checking out and my apple, sparkling water, and nuts came to $27, I did a poor job of hiding my surprise. I’m ashamed to admit, I was too embarrassed to put them back.
Thanks all for your advice with the sleeping. It’s pretty effing bleak around here right now, as far as that’s concerned. I feel as if he’s a newborn again. In response to several of you who suggested eliminating the second nap, I’d be happy with ANY nap at all during the day. I completely agree with Amy in the comments though, and this is what he needs from me right now,
and it won’t last forever. As it stands, there is no sleeping unless one of us is holding him, day or night. Which means I get nothing done while he’s napping, and I don’t sleep at all after his first waking, so I’m up from 2am-7am. He better rethink some of this if he doesn’t want to be an only child. Wait…
Lastly, I’ve hopped on the Words With Friends bandwagon, so if you want to play, I’m ZestyJenny.
Ooh! Here’s some cuteness for you. Clearly, I found myself far too amusing:
* title: There’s a funny little moment at the end of recess across the street, when I hear the bell, the kids all run in, and if you look out the window right then, the playground is deserted but all the swings are still moving. I love it when I catch it.
What a cute pic! You did make me laugh with your overpriced nuts story! I haven’t quite been in that situation at the checkout before, but have been in a shop and been hugely shocked at the price of something, though lingered over it with a thoughtful look across my face, so people don’t think I’m tight. I hope the sleeping issues get sorted really soon.
Hilarious! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had that out-of-body, “oh-my-gawd-I-am such-a-stereotypical-douchy-yuppie-right-now” moment. Also, that is a bullshit discount, Metro Mart can suck on their 50ยข discount. Oh well, I’m still gonna shop there.
The sleeping thing is SO HARD. And it’s really difficult to know what the heck is going on. Patrick’s schedule would get thrown off when he was teething or hitting some crazy developmental spurt, or if he hadn’t had enough mommy time. As he gets bigger, I find that too much indoor time will get him all hyped up. I’ve also had several friends who did a trial of co sleeping with older infants (like Clark) when then went through this phase. Best of luck working through it.
Ugh. I wish I had reassuring sleep stories for you, but I just finished spending 2 HOURS putting Liam down for the night.
sleep deprivation is the absolute worst…there is a reason it is used as a means of torure (on a side note i think it can also lead to choices such as purchasing an $8 bag of nuts) i think the most important thing is to sleep when you can, and cut yourself some slack. one, two, even a week of good nights sleep can’t make up for the lack of sleep you have experienced over the past two years (i am counting pregnancy woes in here obv). it will get better, and god don’t you love him. i am all for the co sleeping if it helps. we also have done the whole cry it out thing barf and all. you just have to do what feels right for you, and try to be consistent, so he knows what to expect, while meeting his needs. I assume you have a whole sleep routine, bath, lotion, cuddle, book, songs, etc, that kind of thing, But of course just when you get that in place they get sick or the schedule gets thrown off (or in our case you travel and live out of a suitcase for weeks out of the year) and it’s back to square one. no one’s answer will be the right one for you, so i will shut up now. i just hope you feel better sooner rather than later.
I could write a novel…this is what comes of being so out of touch with you, but I just have to say it…
screw the wee wisconsin republican and move it if you feel it, but don’t if you don’t, as long as you are being true to who you are, then wgaf what the evil cynic in your brain thinks. SQUISH IT.