Off to the theater tonight!

Tonight we have tickets to Rent at the Byham! I'm excited, but already tired thinking of the late night and tired kids tomorrow. We're taking the kids to their grandparents and then heading down to the city. My biggest problem to date is finding an outfit that satisfies me and removes the feeling of self-loathing I have when I put clothes on now :( I'm Miss Negativity, I know. Right now Caroline is asleep in my arms and I should be curling my hair...she's not likely to want to be put down.

And of course, I'm not exactly wanting to put her down either.

Meal Planning Monday

Here it is...late but present for the week!

Monday: Spaghetti squash, sauteed with EVOO, garlic and bacon...topped with feta.
Tuesday: Crockpot roast pork with sauerkraut and potatoes
Wednesday: Potato soup and salad
Thursday: Chicken stir fry over quinoa
Friday: Tuna Noodle casserole

Let's get cooking! (or not...)

Rather than whine about being tired AGAIN, I'll skip that and whine instead about broken appliances. The oven officially died yesterday, and the dishwasher will soon join its ranks. I'm about to be teleported back to the days of hand dish washing and stove-only cooking. The money isn't there for it to be replaced any time soon, so I going to have to learn to live without it. It's not terrible, just inconvenient. So of course, tonight I want to bake something and am going to have to settle for simply using the pressure cooker and then frying. I'm thinking spaghetti squash will be on the menu tonight. Chas seems to like it and was asking for it the other day.

A little less tired, but twinged of course with guilt...

So I have searched the internet all the afternoon searching for articles promoting cosleeping to assuage my niggling guilt over putting Caroline in bed with me after her night feeding. She wakes for that first feeding, takes only a little and then in sleeping inconsistently the remainder of the night. I have searched the McKenna articles and feel somewhat justified, but then I remind myself that those are mostly confined to bfing moms and infants, and after our eping debacle, Cara and I don't qualify. But I'm so tired otherwise, I don't know what to do other than justify myself and her in finding some rest. She sleeps so much more soundly, without the jerking and starting awake that she does otherwise. And of course, I sleep much better myself without her constantly shifting and mewling in discomfort.

That said...sleepy girl and I are finally getting back to our more normal schedule. She's seeming to be herself again, as am I. But the weekend is upon us again, so I am sure that we will undoubtedly be on the move again. I know that we will be going to a birthday party, but I'm almost certain that I would rather stay home and vegetate. Nothing more than sitting around in my pajamas would please me, and probably Chas and the kids, but we never actually do.

On a side note, I am looking into baby sign language for Cara. Aidyn is so excited at the idea of trying this, so I figure we'll give it a go. Now we have to look around on the internet or find a good book illustrating the signs, making it easy for he and I to distinguish the signs.

So sleepy...

I am just not getting any better at this new mom~sleepless mom schedule the way I did at 23. I know that with Aidyn I had more energy, more stamina...more something. I'm in an incredible slump of late. It seems a bit late for PPD to be setting in, and I'm not necessarily sad or overwrought, just tired. Weary, dreary, wear-my-robe-as-a-fashion-statement tired. You know the feeling, right? I look in the mirror and think that I could survive another day or so before my hair needs washed, because showering is such a PROCESS. And we aren't even going to talk about the state of my house or my diet of late...it bears no mention, to be sure.

Caroline is currently in my arms, dreaming sweet diva-baby dreams. I've now perfected the art of one handed typing. (I'm at least proficient.) She is catching up on some much needed rest after days of fighting sleep. I've never seen a kid who could go as long as her without sound naps and still remain relatively pleasant. For certain, it is not a skill she inherited from me. After a weekend of perpetual going, plus a day with Daddy at Chatham on Tuesday, she has finally hit her wall. But of course, no nap is really a nap unless Mommy is holding her :) And as out of sync as she is, I'm going to ignore my better judgement and just let her be. She'll have plenty of time alone in her crib...some other time,