Another Sunday has come and mostly gone. Last week I worked Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, which, pre-baby would’ve been no big deal. Post baby it was completely exhausting. Preparing the baby for daycare zaps up the last hour of each evening and by the time he’s all packed, I’m ready for bed. The baby has been sleeping much better than a month ago, usually just waking up once at night, and that helps, but Friday was the longest day ever.

This week I’m only working Monday and Friday and then I don’t work again until the following Friday.

My schedule for October is light, both because people aren’t taking vacation, but also because my big sister is due to have a baby in October, so I want to be able to be around to help/see her. I’m so excited for her and to be an aunt again. She’s having a girl, which is great, but a small part of me wishes it was a boy so Eli could have a forever playmate. I know boys and girls play together, but I know growing up I was always closer to my girl cousins than boy, even though my male cousin was closer in age.

I got offered another job last week doing pediatrics with one of my former instructors. I did not like my pediatrics clinical, but I’ve come to realize that it was primarily because I did not like my clinical instructors for a myriad of reasons. I’m hoping that as an independent practitioner, that pediatrics may be something I like to do, even part part time.

My husband has awakened the baby like 4 times this weekend. Next time I’m going to kill him because DUDE.

We spent most of the weekend cleaning. And by cleaning, I mean organizing so that other people could come clean. We’re using a gift certificate for Merry Maids this week and then later this month will hopefully be getting set up with a (MUCH) less expensive housekeeper who can come every few weeks. It’s not that we are unable to clean our apartment, it’s that we don’t. And with the baby getting rapidly more mobile, things need to be kept more clean. We’ve tried and failed, so now we’re paying. I judge us too, but it is what it is. And I’m not sorry about it.

My baby just fussed and fussed and refused to go to sleep until I got him his blanket. And then he zonked right out. I wish he didn’t insist on keeping the blanket against his face because I’d love for him to be able to sleep with it, but for now, he can only have it at naps because that’s when he is supervised.

My husband and I got in a fight the other night after the baby had gone to bed. You have never heard such pointed whispers in your life. It turns out it IS possible to make your point without yelling. Noted.

I’m not not looking forward to work tomorrow, but I am more looking forward to the 3 days off before work again Friday. And then the week off. I like my job, I like what I do, but for now, I like sleep way more. And rest. Basically I like laziness. I’m sure this comes as a great surprise.

Alright, I’m going to clean up all the pump nonsense and get to bed. Goodnight and have a great week! (For what it’s worth, I have several stories I want to write here this week, so assuming the baby and I are both healthy and life continues to go according to plan, you should expect at least 2 more post this week.)

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