A friend of mine posted a request for advice about what to do to get sleep while her 10 month old sleeps in the same bedroom. Daughter is starting to keep mom up through the night, and my friend is desperate for sleep.
Ah, how I remember those days. Rather, I remember them for their fog, not so much for what we did. At the time, it felt like it would never end, though looking back, it seems like just a blip in time.
I don’t think I’ve ever talked about our bedsharing story, so I’m going to now. Because we stepped into it quite unintentionally.
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If we were having coffee, I would be quietly sipping a ginger tea. You ask me about it, since I’m normally such an avid coffee drinker, and I’m quiet for a moment. I have trouble telling you the anxiety I’ve struggled with since college, which seems to have gotten worse since we moved. I have stomachaches almost every day, hence the ginger tea.
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After the last hour and a half, I feel like I need applause.
I’m working with my Wee One and her sleep (but she’s also in a sleep regression, I think, so maybe I shouldn’t be doing anything with it right now?) She screamed for longer than I liked, and I reassured her here and there, then I just realized: she’s not calming down, she’s not sleeping: this is not working.
I have no idea what I’m doing.
So, I look around my living room: no applause? Oh well. I’ll settle for wine and a chocolate chip cookie.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Secret Admirers.”
I know; I’m an adult. I’m not a kid anymore, and I’m actually carrying a kid right now. All of these things means that I need to go to bed earlier and gets lots of sleep.
It usually doesn’t happen, even despite my best intentions, and I find myself making it through a workday by…. supplementing that sleep in other ways.
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