putting her to bed wasn’t the issue (with me), it was getting her to stop crying and go to sleep when i laid her down. and since she finally did drop off, after being awake for about 6.5 hours straight, she’s woken about every 20 minutes for a couple of minutes at a time. she cries a little, i leave her for a couple of minutes because nothing’s really wrong and sometimes, most of the time, she’ll go right back to dreamy land. and so, then the cry turns into a whine, which drops off and i go back to what i was doing. working. cuz it was a false alarm and now she’s sleeping again.
the timesheet i use of is a mess of 18 minute increments. and to top it off, my goals tonight were to do a load of laundry, wash a load of dishes, do some not superduperimportant work and two blog posts. then i got an email from a client and suddenly there was superduperimportant work to do and my little protester is babbling her version of, “hell, no, i won’t go” (to sleep). sigh.
i remember how happy i was when i figured out how she would be watched part-time during the week, so i could work then, not relying on her sleeping, so much. it was like a huge weight off my shoulders, at the time. and that fell through rather quickly, but you know i seem to be managing ok.
so here i sit, waiting for the next wake up, not daring to do dishes (too loud!) or laundry (too late!), having finally finished my superduperimportant work and prepping my mind for the other blog post – while sipping a smirnoff ice that i opened about 2.5 hours ago (and it’s still only half gone). and i think of how nice it will be on saturday, not worrying 100% about how loudly i can roll my desk chair around, lest it wake the grumpy monkey.
also, if plans work out, i’m buying myself a bday present – a futon! it should be delivered on friday and fh will be taking the bed with him and the rest of his stuff. this will free up like 70% more space in my place, make my living room look like one AND add a semi-adult look to the place (can you say earth tones?). i’m superduperpsyched about it.
i’m also trying to figure out how tomorrow z and i and maybe her friends and mine and/or stargirl can make cookies. what to make that won’t be a) potentially poisonous if she eats the raw dough and b) not requiring (much more, if any) supplies. i really want her to get to “help” so i’m thinking, eggless pb cookies – she can try rolling them into balls and if that’s a little too advanced, well, there’s always pressing em down. if i had cookie cutters, we’d be all up in the sugar cookie shit.
