I knew I'd be busy. I knew I'd get less sleep. I knew I'd get woken up during the night. I knew I'd have a to do list a mile long.
Yet somehow I didn't really KNOW that.
It's likely worse because Leyla doesn't sleep much- her night times are perfectly fine (she's just over two months ands does a four or five hour stretch and then one three hour or two, two hour stretches). She's got some work cut out for her day time sleeps though. If I'm lucky she might do an one hour nap and then she snatches 20 minute naps here and there. It is getting better as I figure her out and finagle her into taking naps. Wearing her in the moby, taking walks, rocking her outside..... No judging but we haven't let her cry herself to sleep yet, well at least not officially. I'm not sure what I think of that particular method.
Basically, my dishes have piled up a mile high, I have loads and loads of clean laundry spilled across the spare bedroom bed, I have piles of to do's and need to put aways, I look like I rolled out of bed even when going out and suppers are a mad dash between feedings. On the bright side? My floors aren't too, too bad (about the same as before she was born minus the spit up splotches we don't notice:P), the bathroom is cleanish and laundry is relatively caught up.
So as long as we don't talk paperwork............. life is actually not going too bad with a wee one. But we have a wee one and I've fallen in love. Her happy moments are adorable, and I love snuggling her while she's sleeping.
But I really wish someone would have told me just how much work it would be. Like told me so that I would understand that I needed to finish all my projects BEFORE she was born.
Like the chair I'm reupholstering. I started it the day before I went into labour. Why didn't I start it, OH, WHEN I BOUGHT THE FABRIC LIKE 3 MONTHS BEFORE SHE WAS BORN!!!!!!!!!!
