This morning as I crawled back in to bed around 6am after Dee's second feeding, I thought to myself, "How the hell am I going to do this when I start working in a week?" To be honest, I am thinking that adrenaline and caffeine (in moderation due to nursing) are going to be a significant part of my strategy.
When you have baby that is only a few months old you try to give them their last feeding as late as possible, so as to push off the inevitable middle-of-the-night feeding. Unfortunately, this means that I am going to bed later than usual. Before having Dee I was used to going to bed around 10 and waking up at 6:30 to get ready for work. That equates to about 8.5 hours of sleep a night. Now I am going to bed closer to 11, waking up twice in the middle of the night for at least 15 minutes, and still having to get up at 6:30. This is more like 6.5 hours of sleep.
And, now that we have two kids, even if Dee does fall around 10, I can't just go and crawl into bed. There is straightening up to do, lunches to be made, and outfits to be picked out for the next day.
Honestly, did the days get shorter this summer instead of longer? As Willie Nelson sang, "Ain't it funny how time just slips away?"