I spent my entire pregnancy hoping for an easygoing child. Lovebug and Ironflower are so passionate and strong-willed that I was hoping for a bit of break this time. Unfortunately, I seem to still have some karma to pay back for being such a spoiled princess in high school because Chunkymonkey (that's what the nurses called him at the hospital and I think it will do until his personality really develops) him waking up. His siblings can run, scream and jump all around him without him waking up. He can be passed from person to person to swing to couch without waking up. I can change his outfit without waking him up. But come 3am he's wide awake. Not grouchy, but awake. And that whole strategy of waking him periodically during the day isn't exactly working, since the child can apparently sleep through anything.
So I got nothing. I've been reading the same book since I got home from the hospital (that's forever for me). The most complex TV show I can follow is Desperate Housewives. I can't think of anything interesting to comment on people's blogs - in fact, I can barely write Facebook updates. And let's just forget about trying to answer emails. I have to check the calendar every day to figure out which kid has school. I can't manage to sleep when the baby sleeps, what with the other children and all. I'm clean, the children are clean and the laundry is clean. So it's not that I've lost it completely.
But I've got NO creative juices flowing. They're not even dripping. At least I've stopped watching Bringing Home Baby - now that I've discovered all sorts of Law and Order episodes I missed. And Kitchen Nightmares with Gordon Ramsey, which totally deserves a post that I'm not capable of writing right now.
So this is probably the longest post I've ever written about absolutely nothing. Wahoo.
6 comments:
My darling Benjamin had his days and his nights mixed up. For 2 months, he did the same thing until I let him cry it out. I figured it was that or suicide. And I chose the lesser of two evils.
On the plus side, Ben is the BEST sleeper on the planet. A bomb couldn't wake that child up. So here's to hoping for a quick reversal for you!
You'll get back to yourself very soon. If you get time, check out my giveaways this week. Today's is up your alley.
It will get better. Your mojo will come back.
Oh, and Kitchen Nightmares is one of my favorite shows. I'm sort of in love with Gordon.
Don't you worry about being creative. Maybe it's not creative in the same way as writing your blog, but figuring out a new baby while managing to keep up with your other kids, not to mention trying to have somewhat intelligent conversation with your husband--all with a few hours of disjointed sleep is creativity at its extreme. I'm in awe. myself.
...and when your mojo comes back, you will rock! :)
I could leave a comment but I too got nothing.
hey, clean self, clean kids AND clean laundry...you are doing GREAT!!
I used to joke about losing brain cells w/ every child we birth...or at least having given them away to said child!
hang in there, sounds like you are doing great, even if you feel like you are spinning circles.
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