I obviously survived the weekend

And so did Joshua and Dan. We’re all alive and unscathed.

I’ve had a busy week. I had to start back to work (sort of) this week and that has sucked up all of my time. Here goes a recap:

The girls and I had a good time celebrating L’s last days of “freedom.” We slept late, drank cold beer, laid by the pool, saw a bar fight, talked a LOT about breastfeeding (three of the girls on the trip are moms and the single girls seemed interested…or they were just humoring us…) and generally had a good time. It felt like we were down there for a lot longer than we actually were, which is good. Pumping in the car was, once again, a pain in the ass, but I survived and came home with a good stash to replenish what Joshua ate while I was away. Dan said he felt like my being away and him being solely responsible for Joshua’s care for the weekend made him feel like a better father. All in all, my first weekend away was a success.

M’s bachelor party is coming up next weekend so I’ll be all by my one-sies (savvy?) for an entire weekend. It will definitely be a challenge.

My extracurricular responsibilities at work started this week. It’s a mixed bag. On the one hand, it’s been nice to get out of the house. On the other hand, I have NO IDEA how I’m going to do all that I have to do this fall and come out alive on the other side. I am going to be so ridiculously busy and I’m scared that something is going to suffer. I feel like I have three full time jobs.

Joshua still isn’t sleeping very well during the day and his nights continue to be hit-or-miss. Dan has had him in the bed and asleep by 7:45 three nights this week. The one night I was home, Joshua did NOT want to go to sleep. If this happens again tonight, I may have to start leaving the house in the evenings just to get Joshua to bed at a reasonable hour.

His nap today was two hours long, but I had to let him cry it out just a little bit before he fell asleep. I never, ever, ever thought I’d do that, but I just reached a point today where I couldn’t take it anymore. He was up every hour and a half to two hours last night, and I didn’t get to sleep until after midnight to begin with, so I think I had about three hours of sleep total last night.

Today, I was exhausted. He was obviously exhausted, but he would NOT sleep. I nursed him, then bounced him on the ball and he started nodding off but wouldn’t give it up. I laid him down in the crib and walked away. He cried for about five minutes and I went back in to him and consoled him, gave him his Soothie and his lovey, Hank, and bounced him for a minute or so more. Then I laid him down again and he cried for a minute, then went silent. Then I heard a peep out of him on the monitor, then nothing. For two hours. I slept and actually had a really weird/funny dream about buying baby goods (and other sundries) at a Dollar General store and beating the crap out of someone who was harassing a former friend of mine…weird.

Anyway, that fussing/crying business worked today. I have no idea if it will ever work again, but today, it did. And I’m thankful. It was really, really hard though.

Joshua is going to Band Camp with me this week. So is my mom. I hope to update from there since he’ll celebrate his four-month birthday while we’re away.