For years now, Jude has climbed out of his own bed in the middle of the night to get to ours. I don’t mind it, especially since I don’t have to get up myself and he hardly wakes me. Lately though, he’s been sleeping almost until morning, but yelling “mooooommmmmmmmm” as loudly as possible at about 5am. Then I have to go get him because he is suddenly scared to get out of his bed, and I take him back to ours. And try as I might, I cannot go back to sleep once I’m up at an hour so close to morning anyhow. So I get up once he is sleeping again, stumble downstairs, turn on the coffee. I try and enjoy the quiet of pre-dawn before the day gets busy with two little kids.
And that is when I started this entry, but now it is three in the afternoon and I am rushing to finish it before Norah gets up from nap and Jude’s television show is over. Sigh. The mom life.
Norah pretends to understand the demands of motherhood lately. She drags this doll around the house and rocks her to sleep. Sometimes she’ll insist that I hold her a bit, like baby is just too much for her to handle right now. It cracks me up.
Work begins next week for me. I am feeling both excited and a little scared. We’ve had lots of lazy time already this week, and I hope to do the same for the next few days. I am trying to balance the necessaries I’d like to do – oil change, freezer breakfasts, house work, laundry – with the fun SAHM things I won’t enjoy much again until Christmas break. We took an hour to make and eat breakfast yesterday. Buttermilk waffles on our last Monday of summer. A new rhythm is coming soon, and I know it’ll be an adjustment. I’m grateful for the next chapter, but I’m holding on tight for the adjustment period. More soon, I hope.