I am having to rearrange my daily schedule in order to accomodate....NAPS. Duh. Of course, I would rearrange the entire planet to accomodate naps.
Andrew sleeps all morning. At least, he has the past two mornings that I have stayed home. So, instead of getting up and going out, as I'm used to, I have been staying home until the afternoons. It is an odd sensation. I don't think I have stayed home all morning more than about three times. Ever. In my life.
I get up. I get dressed and I go do something. Every day. Anything. It is almost like torture to have stay home until lunch. It goes against my DNA. Everything in me is shrieking that we need to GET OUT OF THE HOUSE or else the UNIVERSE will IMPLODE.
But then. I had another kid. And that kid sleeps all morning. And, suddenly I see all the things I can get accomplished during the morning hours. Like, oh, say, showering. Or, slogging through the teetering pile of medical bills that I've been ignoring for the last few months. Or, organizing all of Becca's toys (that is what we did yesterday. Don't ask. I have no explanation.)
Of course, he will sleep in his car seat if I take him out in the mornings. And that is definitely handy. But, then I come home and have to hold him the rest of the day and can't get a thing done. So, we adjust.
Life has a new routine now. It is taking some getting used to. And, what is that I hear? A crying baby. Free time is over until tomorrow morning! Funny that "free time" is now just dealing with one kid, instead of dealing with no kids. Nothing like a new baby to start changing all my definitions.
Hospice files: P. goes home
9 hours ago