This Time I Mean It! ...Maybe.

I have been battling a case of mastitis but still slept on Claire's floor last night due to a snoring husband. She got up 4 times in the night, and I actually remember thinking, "I really wish our bedroom was on the same floor as the kids' - this is so nice to be close." Ummm, what would be even better is a baby that sleeps through the night. ;)

So, this morning, bright and early I announce to Wayne that THIS weekend is the weekend I let C-Bear cry it out through the night. I really need some rest. I mean, I have gotten no more than 4 hours of continuous sleep in 9 months. Not to while, but c'mon, don't I deserve to whine a little bit?

To my announcement, Wayne says, "Uh, yeah. I have heard that before." And he is right. I announce my cry it out plan at least once a month. Why can't I do it, you ask? Where is my backbone, you wonder.

The thing is, she snuggles up in the crook of my neck. Her sweet little baby hand rubs my arm when she eats. She just smells good. She turns my willpower into, "please don't let moments like this end." And there I am, getting up again.

Most of the time I function at a reasonable level. You know, the kids are clean and fed, the house is clean. But with this infection I have going on, it highlights how nice rest would be because all I want to do is curl up in bed and sleep/hide/pretend I am not here.

In other news, we're going through an interesting phase with Caeden. He has started the "NO!" back-talk. He stomps. He pouts. Don't get me wrong, he is still the sweetest boy ever, but I am aware those are Mommy-goggles talking. Where is my sweet boy at? With all his attitude and his need to eat continuously, I am starting to wonder if he has rocketed through his pre-school years straight into his teens. A curiously small teen that still needs help getting dressed, that is.

Wayne is gone next week so thank goodness Lindsay and Jordan are staying with us. It makes navigating the evenings so much easier!

What else...?

Oh, the gym. Caeden likes going! And I love going. There is something about someone running beside you on the treadmill that gives you endurance unlike anything else. Up until a few days ago, I would head straight upstairs and do cardio, but Wayne wandered over the indoor pool the other day. I am embarrassed to admit I didn't even know there was an indoor pool (though I knew of the outdoor/waterslide one). Now that I know this, it is time to find a swimming suit that: 1) hides my body (I need to check into whether they allow wet-suits in the pool) 2) cannot be pulled off (like the embarrassing moment I had 2 summers ago in our neighborhood pool), 3) looks stylish (wetsuit in fashion colors, perhaps?).

I'm excited to work on Caeden's swimming lessons together!

Well, that's all that has been going on here.

Last, sorry for such a text-heavy post. I plan on getting my camera out real soon.