Yesterday started at 3:45 a.m.
Tebow was hungry and as the responsible party in this relationship, I fed him.
Then for some reason, Tebow was not interested in going back to bed. Normally his one middle of the night feeding keeps us up for about 30 minutes. And if it goes longer, then I can count on him being back in bed within 60 minutes. Not yesterday. He wouldn’t settle down or when he did, he was back up within 5 minutes. By 6 a.m. I gave up and started the rest of my day.
The schedule only had one activity- Tebow’s 2 month well child visit. It was an 8:30 appointment, which was fine since I was already up. I was tired, but up.
Tebow’s appointment went well (stats for the Grandparents: 15 pounds, 25 inches) with praise for his strength and head holding ability. He got his shots and even though he cried, it was soon forgotten and he fell asleep. Sweet baby.
Sweet baby until we got home. Then it was cranky and feverish baby. I dosed Tebow with Tylenol and spent a few hours trying to soothe him. He cat napped, ate, fussed, cat napped, ate, and then fell asleep for two and a half hours.
This is important because yesterday we finished the laundry room/ mudroom project. Those two hours of sleep coincided with Fuller’s two hours of quiet time and allowed me the time needed to paint the entire area. I had to do detail work when D got home (couldn’t get the ladder because of my sprained arm), but at 4 p.m. I was looking at the painted walls and so thankful for 1) the time needed and 2) the energy from I don’t know where.
When T woke up he was back to cranky, but it didn’t bother me. I finished my part of the project and still had steam to get him bed (he slept from 11 p.m to 5:30!) and not cry about how tired I was.
That was yesterday.