The Joy of Schedule

I don't want to jinx anything here (stay away, oh ye Gods! This is *not* hubris!) but I think we've evolved into some sort of vaguely predictable evening schedule with the baby. He tends to fall fast asleep for the night at somewhere between 8:30 and 9:30pm, and then sleeps through until 1 or 2am. I get up and nurse him briefly at that point, and then he sleeps until around 5 or 6am. Lately Josh has been getting up and giving him a bottle at that point, and I get to sleep in until 7 or so. Waking up "only" once a night for the last few nights has been quite delightful, let me tell you, even if I'm still only totalling about 6-7 hours of sleep a night max. I hope this continues.

I also had what felt like an amazing amount of two-handed time to myself today, because Isaac napped for two huge long naps today (could this be the precursor of a schedule? Be still, my heart). If I'd only known they were going to be that long a nap, I'd have napped too, but still…it was very exciting to have the two-handed time. In the morning, I did all kinds of house chores: cleaned up Josh's desk (looking for the checkbook, and trying to be a nice guy since he was freaking out about how disorganized everything in the office is), folded and put away laundry, picked up in various rooms, did dishes, and even got to make and eat lunch. Sitting down! Awesome. It's amazing what I can get done with a free hour or so. During the afternoon nap, I went to the drugstore, did some photo organizing, and wrote in my baby journal. Bliss! Now, if only I could regularly count on having this kind of time...

Yes yes, I am learning to be grateful for those little everyday things I took for granted before: being on my own schedule, getting things done when and how I want. Grateful. Patient. Understanding. Self-sacrificing. When did I become such a nun? Sheesh.