I'm doing my best to enjoy this stage, but mostly I just want to get Phoebe on a predictable sleeping schedule. Deep down inside, though, I'm not a believer of predictable sleeping schedules. I believe that babies need to be supported through the dark and scary night. I believe that eventually they'll learn to fall asleep on their own. And I have evidence this is true because all my kids fall asleep on their own now...except for Phoebe.
Is Alexander sleeping in a cardboard box instead of his bed? Yes.
Does that actually matter? No.
Can I think of a "burning question" to study about poetry + education this semester when all I can think about is how I'm going to get my next "fix" (of sleep)? I honestly don't know.
I'm not doing a good job of writing down anything cute that the kids are doing because when I get a spare minute to sit down and type anything, it's school stuff. The reading part of my schoolwork is fairly easy because I can do that while giving Phoebe the snuggle-time she feels she deserves. But typing is just harder for me this time around than it was with my other babies?
Honestly, I think it's my chair.
I have just an office chair to sit in, but with my other babies (aside from Miriam), I had a rocking chair to sit in while I typed and...it just worked better for balancing a baby while typing.
So...that's it. That's the tea: my brain is fried and I still have to write up multiple research proposals this week, have a bunch of stuff to do for work, and Thursdays are just the worst.