Putting fingers to keyboard

Oh, but there is so much to tell about this week. There’s the time when Rosie didn’t sleep, and the time when Rosie didn’t nap, and the night Rosie woke up in 15 minute increments, and the best story: the time Rosie deposited a yellow poop stain in the shape of Italy on the crotch of my jeans just before I walked into a doctor’s appointment.  But seeing as the content of these stories is leaving me zero time for telling them, I’ll just get straight to the punchline on that last one – I should have had the foresight to realize that the honey mustard I got with my chicken nuggets later that day would be a bad idea.  IfyouknowwhatImean.

Anyhoo, I’m disappointed with my blog output this week. It’s been a stressful couple of..well, weeks actually, and I’m kind of OMGSOREADY for things to calm down.

Mercifully, happily, they seem to be starting to.

We have a nice, chill weekend planned, and we are in heavy negotiations with God, Jesus, the Sleep Fairy, and Rosie’s hypothalamus re: her ability to sleep.  We feel as though we are making some headway.  Talks resume 7pm EDT tonight.  I’ll keep you posted.

Meanwhile, I am going to go back to posting on the weekends when I can, because while I’m willing to lose a few (hundred) hours of sleep, I am not willing to lose my sanity, and keeping up this blog is a surefire way not to do just that.

April 24, 2009   No Comments