I am working once again this week and next. I am back at Textbook Services for 8 days. Monday wasn’t bad because we were so busy I didn’t have time to even think. Tuesday was in spurts, so it was a lot of start and stop. I have no clue what today (Wednesday) will be like. Overall I like the job, but I am encountering some frustrations. I have to follow/enforce policies that I don’t agree with. It is also making the evenings difficult. Laura is craving one-on-one attention with either Robert or myself. Warren is a high demand baby right now. On top of them, I need to get dinner made, Laura fed, things ready to go for the next day (which didn’t happen last night). By 8 I am just exhausted. I honestly don’t know how I will handle working 2 more days this week and 4 next. It is really getting to be hard.
On top of working, Warren is such a mystery to me yet. He has no rhyme or reason to his eating or sleeping patterns. Actually, there really isn’t even a pattern. I never know how much he will eat at a time, or when he will sleep, or how long he will sleep. He is 5.5 months old, not a newborn. He is also up at 1am each night and then up for the day usually around 5:30am. That is also taking its toll on Robert and I. I can’t figure out how to get him to sleep longer than 5:30. I have tried not getting him up to eat during the night, but then we are up and down what feels like all night instead of up for 10 minutes to eat and then back to bed. Of course tonight is different and he is wide awake going on 1.5 hours now.
I’m going to wrapt his up. I am getting myself worked up with my frustrations that I don’t know how to even word right now.
Oh yeah, and yesterday was my birthday. That’s how I felt the feel of the day was. It felt like my birthday was an afterthought. It isn’t like Robert didn’t try. He did get me a card. I made my cake at 6am yesterday. It finally got frosted at 7:30 or so last night. Laura and I each had a piece, and that was it.