4 more days until I start work again. I'm kicking myself wondering why I didn't ask for 12 wks off instead of 8? I'm sure they'd give it to me if I asked, but I'll have to pick up my part time job anyways and I just asked that I be allow to "ramp-up" for the next month instead of accepting my full "part time" work load.
I'm thinking this is why I'm feeling a little stress and on-edge this week. I hope I'm not putting too much pressure on myself and Wyatt to get us into some type of reliable nap schedule. When he sleeps when I want him to I'm ecstatic. When he doesn't a part of me is bummed out. But seriously, how can I expect a 7 wk old baby to fall into a schedule that I've set for him? As my mother-in-law would say, it's my "type-A" personality rearing it's head.
This morning we had a period of about 30 mins that was complete meltdown for everyone. Wyatt was inconsolable (gas pains), Evelyn was crying and swatting me because I was giving him all my attention and one of the cats was howling as well. Oy! I felt like pulling my hair out. Instead, I closed the living room window so that none of the neighbors could hear what was going on. I put Wyatt down on the floor and let him howl for a few moments as Evelyn sat in my lap and we sang "Row, Row, Row your boat". We were a sorry sight. Luckily Wyatt worked out the gas and wore himself out that I was able to put him down for a nap early. Then I gave Evelyn an early lunch and she's sleeping now too. Pure bliss, except that one of the cats is now circling my feet meowing for attention.