People have asked me if I'm getting much sleep, and the short answer is not really. The long answer is my eyes are so tired that it feels like I've been rubbing them with sandpaper. I blink and all it does is remind my eyes how nice it feels to actually close. I hate it when my body taunts itself.
Other than that, we seem to be slowly making the switch to the new normal. Bun is sweet, but has apparently been born with some kind of character defect. He likes to nap only if someone is holding him. And by someone I mean me.
I thought that being the fourth in line meant he would be grateful for any scraps of maternal attention he could get. After all, he is the only one who can get me to wake from sleep without shushing him, shooing him back to his own bed, and/or cursing under my breath.
That's tantamount to being called my favorite around here, my friends.
But Bun doesn't seem to recognize the professed love of an interrupted sleep pattern, so I will just continue to carry him around in the baby sling until he's ready to sleep in his bed. Or until he's fifteen. Whichever comes first.
Now I am girding my loins for Rob's return to work. It will be me against the masses, and the masses have me running a little scared, to be quite honest. It will be hairy around here for a while, but at least my Lenten promise of giving up sleep and sanity will be attainable.
Until then, I apologize for the spotty blog content. And especially for the spelling errors I'm sure I've missed. Blogger has decided that spell-check is for wimps, and so I am now left to do it on my own. I'll let you guess how high spell-checking my blog posts ranks on my to-do list.
The little quizzes below are something fun that Rob found here and here. I don't know that I am "quite timid," although I am usually admitting to something truthful and embarrassing on a daily basis, but my "Harry Potter" profile is pretty accurate.
Oh, the things I do when I should be sleeping. Will I never learn?
As Lucy Pevensie, you may be quite timid and shy, but your heart is in the right place! You make sure you tell the truth, even if it results in embarrassment.
As Minerva McGonagall, your strict facade is complimented by a warm heart, and you always do what is for the greater good.