Getting On

We are doing alright. We have hit the beginning of the wall, I think. You know, that point where everyone is exhausted, all the fun has worn off and the real work begins. Yea. That point.

Bailey has pretty much stopped sleeping. I'm not sure how one toddler goes forward with her day without sleeping, but she's managed it now for about 5 days. She's barely eating as well, no matter what of her favorite foods I ply her with. What she is doing is screaming for her bobo every five minutes, asking for chocolate cookies and clinging like a bad hemroid to me.

Connor is moving out of perfect, sleepy, newborn phase and into relatively calm baby phase. He is eating a lot and when he is not eating he is wanting to pacify on his Mommy's breast. She is tired of it, but committed and so we go forward.

Kelly and I are managing about 4-6 hours of sleep a night, depending on the way their waking periods coincide. It's not enough for either of us. Of course, it's not complete sleep - it's broken up every hour or two by a child or medication. So far, we have not gotten ridiculously grumpy with one another. We are hanging in there. We both know the dangers of turning on each other. So we are not.

We are all tired. We are all sick of the transition and seeking a new normal. Of course, that will take some time. We've been here before and we know how long it takes. It's just a matter of holding on until the normal emerges.

But boy, we are tired in the meantime.