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I am ex.haus.ted.
For starters, the kid has been sleeping really poorly the last couple of nights. I think perhaps she is getting sick, because today she was just whiny and prone to tears and snotty and sounded a little congested/froggy. But if I ask her if she is sick, she says, "Nope!" Temp was 100.1 which is no big, but she was just such a whiny cranky pants. I think she's fighting off something. I think I am too. But anyway, her sleep. She woke up twice on Friday night, whining random things like, "I want my pacifierrrrrrr," and last night she woke up 3-4 times crying. Super unusual for her. Dunno. But I'm wiped.
I try, on weekends, to make up for the fact that from Tuesday to Friday I'm pretty much unable to do any chores/work around the house because I work too much and come home too late. This morning I started with running the dishwasher, washing a LOT of pots and pans that had built up (grossssssss), cleaning the counters, sink, and stovetop, and breakfasting the kid. From there I did some kid entertaining while also cleaning up the living room a little. During naptime I showered and ran to Home Depot for pellets and to Target to get a jump start on the Santa shopping, turned Punk's bed back into a crib because she's insisted on sleeping in the Pack and Play for 2 weeks, then came home and made a Sunday dinner spread (roasted chicken, oven-roasted potatoes, and mashed acorn squash which was yummmmmmm), also did a couple of loads of laundry and brought a bunch of our bulk stuff (paper goods mostly) down to the basement. And then picked up after the toddler tornado. Tiiiiiiired.
I sure hope she sleeps tonight. She needs it. I need it. Badly.
For starters, the kid has been sleeping really poorly the last couple of nights. I think perhaps she is getting sick, because today she was just whiny and prone to tears and snotty and sounded a little congested/froggy. But if I ask her if she is sick, she says, "Nope!" Temp was 100.1 which is no big, but she was just such a whiny cranky pants. I think she's fighting off something. I think I am too. But anyway, her sleep. She woke up twice on Friday night, whining random things like, "I want my pacifierrrrrrr," and last night she woke up 3-4 times crying. Super unusual for her. Dunno. But I'm wiped.
I try, on weekends, to make up for the fact that from Tuesday to Friday I'm pretty much unable to do any chores/work around the house because I work too much and come home too late. This morning I started with running the dishwasher, washing a LOT of pots and pans that had built up (grossssssss), cleaning the counters, sink, and stovetop, and breakfasting the kid. From there I did some kid entertaining while also cleaning up the living room a little. During naptime I showered and ran to Home Depot for pellets and to Target to get a jump start on the Santa shopping, turned Punk's bed back into a crib because she's insisted on sleeping in the Pack and Play for 2 weeks, then came home and made a Sunday dinner spread (roasted chicken, oven-roasted potatoes, and mashed acorn squash which was yummmmmmm), also did a couple of loads of laundry and brought a bunch of our bulk stuff (paper goods mostly) down to the basement. And then picked up after the toddler tornado. Tiiiiiiired.
I sure hope she sleeps tonight. She needs it. I need it. Badly.
