Everybody's working for the weekend...

I'm feeling good. Ever since I've come to the conclusion that my lack of sleep is making me delusional, I feel more at peace. See, all I needed was a logical explanation for what's been happening to me. My brain has the tendency to jump to all sorts of wild conclusions. But it all comes down to sleep. Really. I have not had a full night of uninterrupted sleep (eight hours) in, say, 13 months. While I was pregnant, it was the whole get up to pee 5(000) times in the middle of the night thing. Now it's getting up to feed the Peanut one to three times a night. It's mostly once a night, so I'm not complaining or anything. I feel like I can let a lot more stuff go. Whatever. I'll get to it. Or I won't. I heard somewhere that kids, when they grow up, will never really remember how clean their house was - they just remember the time they spent with you. That's kind of my new mantra. So what if I have some seriously crazy cobwebs in my house or a ton of unfinished yard work. It'll get done at some point. Or it won't. Stressing about it doesn't get it done. And who needs that extra baggage to carry around? I either do it or don't do it. But fretting about not doing it just makes me feel crappy. And fretting about what Bob's doing/not doing makes me feel crappier.

For instance, Sunday, Bob spent a good, hmm, I don't know, say 90 minutes crafting a letter to the editor. While I applaud his community mindedness, part of me was annoyed. A big part. Why couldn't he have expended that energy on vacuuming? But that was then. Today, I'm more like whatever. He had to express himself and that's important to. Me stomping around the house waiting for him to pick up the clue phone was unproductive, and I guess I should add immature. *shock*

Is this what enlightenment feels like? :)

I had an absolutely sublime day with the Peanut yesterday. She had to get two vaccinations in the morning (that's a whole other post) and I was in a cuddling mood. I used to think she needed the cuddle. Now I fully admit that I need it more than she. She was a complete champ, by the way. Sure, she cried a bit, but she was done by the time I had redressed her. She seemed pretty unfazed after that. We spent the entire day playing and snuggling. So nice. For some reason, Peanut has some sort of island flair. She loves-loves-loves when I sing Day-O/The Banana Boat Song. She'll go from flat out screaming to laughing by mid song. Since she seems to like it, I put on some Bob Marley and we sat on the floor practicing her sitting up (I've given up on the rolling over and moved on). We swayed to the music and laughed together. It was pure joy.

Oh man, and she just fell asleep by herself. Do I have a great kid or what?