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It has been a horrible week. Sick, sick, sick - and I am actually glad to be back at work. For one thing, my hollow yet plegmy cough serves to convince all and sundry that I was in fact sick and not taking glorious spring days off to play with my baby. (Not than I think anyone would really think this, at least anyone who knows my compulsive law-abiding self, but I am paranoid that way). For another thing, sitting around sick and stuffy-headed leaves way too much time for the Bad Thoughts (tm). When you're lying in bed trying to sleep, but not sleeping because the sensation of snot trickling from one sinus cavity to the other is so annoying, Bad Thoughts are everywhere.
Not helping the sick, and partly causing it, was the Amazing Wakey Baby. It's been a horrible week for sleep. Two good weeks, then one horrible horrible week seems to be our pattern. At some points she would not sleep even though exhausted and being held in my arms, which is a new level of resistance. mr. flea has now finally reached the rock bottom I hit months ago. And then, of course, as she is wide-eyed despite being still really tired at 6 am, and rolling around with her soft soft soft cool skin, and making her cute morning-only noises, I think "how could I have been thinking of putting her in her crib and leaving her there while I moved to Alaska?"
Add to the mix - new nanny setup stress, nanny transition stress, what to get the old nanny for a graduating/leaving us present stress, mr. flea end of semester cruch why can't the man make a frickin' plan to get things done in advance stress, I haven't planted my garden and it will hit 90 degrees this weekend stress (I did get in beets and carrots yesterday), in fact, name something for me to stress about and I can guarantee I will have stressed about it in the last 3 days.
This is why it is nice to be back at work. All I have to do today is put books on shelves in the correct order. I think I can handle it.
Not helping the sick, and partly causing it, was the Amazing Wakey Baby. It's been a horrible week for sleep. Two good weeks, then one horrible horrible week seems to be our pattern. At some points she would not sleep even though exhausted and being held in my arms, which is a new level of resistance. mr. flea has now finally reached the rock bottom I hit months ago. And then, of course, as she is wide-eyed despite being still really tired at 6 am, and rolling around with her soft soft soft cool skin, and making her cute morning-only noises, I think "how could I have been thinking of putting her in her crib and leaving her there while I moved to Alaska?"
Add to the mix - new nanny setup stress, nanny transition stress, what to get the old nanny for a graduating/leaving us present stress, mr. flea end of semester cruch why can't the man make a frickin' plan to get things done in advance stress, I haven't planted my garden and it will hit 90 degrees this weekend stress (I did get in beets and carrots yesterday), in fact, name something for me to stress about and I can guarantee I will have stressed about it in the last 3 days.
This is why it is nice to be back at work. All I have to do today is put books on shelves in the correct order. I think I can handle it.
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And I am again reminded of my old boss who came back to work 80% time, taking Wednesdays off, because more than two days in a row home with baby was TOO MUCH.
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