A wise use of my time
Jan. 16th, 2008 02:01 pmOn Monday I stupidly used my unchildful time - Linnea at nursery and Emer asleep - to do housework. Emer woke exactly as I poured my first cup of tea. Today I have started with decaf coffee and buns and chocolate buttons (72% cocoa, apparently) and will proceed to hosuework later.
We've started looking at our Flylady lists again. Things are going better. The kitchen is staying usable, the meals are getting done, and the downstairs is habitable. If I can clear the laundry backlog I'll be laughing. I need to pack this weekend. Clothes for both girls and myself for two weeks - shouldn't be hard, right? I don't need to bring a buggy unless
radegund wants one of my old ones for her new one, so I'll have a sling or two and a small nappy bag as carry-on, and a rucksack for the clothes. With judicious dressing I can make it a very small rucksack; make the poor children wear their raingear, etc.
Linnea had her first really good night since Christmas last night. No waking, no crying in her sleep, no screaming, no nightmares, nothing. She woke in a good mood. Rob and I are delighted, and it really showed in her behaviour this morning. I'm not banking on the restorative powers of one night, but it's hard not to hope that it's the end of the disturbances... it took six weeks, last time, and it's only been three this time. That would be good.
Not that three weeks of disturbed sleep for the whole family is good either, but it's better than six.
Rob will be so pleased when he can sleep all night again.
We've started looking at our Flylady lists again. Things are going better. The kitchen is staying usable, the meals are getting done, and the downstairs is habitable. If I can clear the laundry backlog I'll be laughing. I need to pack this weekend. Clothes for both girls and myself for two weeks - shouldn't be hard, right? I don't need to bring a buggy unless
Linnea had her first really good night since Christmas last night. No waking, no crying in her sleep, no screaming, no nightmares, nothing. She woke in a good mood. Rob and I are delighted, and it really showed in her behaviour this morning. I'm not banking on the restorative powers of one night, but it's hard not to hope that it's the end of the disturbances... it took six weeks, last time, and it's only been three this time. That would be good.
Not that three weeks of disturbed sleep for the whole family is good either, but it's better than six.
Rob will be so pleased when he can sleep all night again.