This is the first day this week that I've been able to get both kids to take a nap at the same time. I haven't had a nap since the day we came home from the hospital. And now? I can't sleep. Talk about ironic. At least I get some quiet time to myself.
Logan has been protesting his naps ever since Bill went back to work & the combination of being over-tired & the transition has made him very difficult to deal with. This morning we met up with some friends in the Walking Group & rather than bring the stroller, I had Logan walk with me (because I wasn't going to be walking fast anyway) & I just put Carter in the wrap. We walked for a good 30 minutes & then played at the park afterward. I'm sure this is why he's passed out cold in his bed.
I'm fortunate that he's getting some rest because Bill might not come home until tomorrow morning. They're having some big party at work & he thinks he might get home by midnight, but he's not sure. There is the possibility that he'll be spending the night at the office if he can't find a safe ride home (since pretty much everyone will be drinking). This means that I'm taking care of both kids - meals (although we met up with Bill for lunch today), bath times & bed times, not to mention all of the entertainment in between. If he ends up crashing at the office, this means that I'll have to get up with Logan at 6am (which I'm up nursing Carter anyway). If Logan had not taken this nap, it would have been a suicide mission.
It sucks that I can't take a nap myself. I'm running on fumes & I have no idea how I'm doing it. I guess I'm following the advice of Nike & I "just do it". No naps for me & Carter nurses every two to three hours, so I'm not getting much sleep at night. Somehow, I manage to get showered & get make-up on, get the kids dressed & ready, get them fed (but rarely myself, if not just for a cup of coffee) & we're out of the house by 9 or 10 every morning. It's a miracle, I tell you.