This past week has been exhausting mentally and physically. I’m back at work full-time, while also parenting and trying to take care of the house. Right now I’m also checking on my mom daily (even though this isn’t as time consuming as it was early on.)
All of these things leave little time to sleep.
One evening, I tracked everything I did once I got home. I arrived home at 5:30 and immediately took the baby to her room to nurse. We then all ate dinner, and while my son finished eating, I emptied the dishwasher and started filling it again. When my boy was done eating (and I had finished in the kitchen), I gave the baby a bath and had him come into the bathroom to start his bath. I can do both baths simultaneously because he likes to play. I nursed the baby again and put her to bed. I got his pajamas on him, brushed his teeth and directed him to his room to find a book to read. I went to help my mom and 30 minutes later I was back to do finish son’s bedtime routine.
I think I sat down in the living room around 8:30.
I know this is just a phase and things will get better once our routines are established. It was this way when our boy was tiny. He didn’t stay awake as long in the evenings, and I tended to get the crankier side of him after daycare. I’m happy that I’m getting a happy baby when I get home. Even if I only see her for 90 minutes in the evenings.
90 minutes. That’s like nothing. I find myself really enjoying the 30 minutes we have when I nurse at 5:30 or 6 in the morning. She’s so smiley first thing in the morning.
This weekend I’ve managed to get two naps out of both kids at the same time, allowing me to rest or do something without feeling guilty for diverting my attention.
And tomorrow we start it all over again.