Veronica is one year old. Technically. But really, she arrived quietly and then left a subtle little double blue line a couple weeks later to let us know she was here.<\/p>\n
I keep counting back 2 years ago. Two years ago when ‘normal’ happened.\u00a0 I very seldom had trouble sleeping 2 years ago. I had more trouble staying awake.<\/p>\n
But things are not normal. Or, they are a new undiscovered normal.<\/p>\n
Daylight savings switch just happened. I remember last<\/em> year spring forward was a terrifying event. How could I possibly keep track of the sleep and feeding schedule? I didn’t put the clocks forward for 2 weeks, I think. Because my baby came first. And I wasn’t back on the job yet, anyway.<\/p>\n Last friday I had to get up at 3:20 to go do a work thing that was time sensitive and HAD to happen right then. Unfortunately, I hadn’t really been sleeping well prior to that either. I think it was the book I was reading…I don’t know. But now that 3 am wakeup, and daylight savings…ugh<\/p>\n I love a schedule. I LOVE a schedule. It’s like a grapple hook over the wall of the unknown. If I go nuts and think “HOW CAN I GO ON!?!?!?!?” a schedule tells me how.<\/p>\n I despise daylight savings. Let the seasons be what they are.\u00a0 The daylight can’t be saved.<\/p>\n and stop f–ing with my schedule!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Veronica is one year old. Technically. But really, she arrived quietly and then left a subtle little double blue line a couple weeks later to let us know she was here. I keep counting back 2 years ago. Two years … Continue reading