Late Night Grumblings...

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The honeymoon period is over.

You know when you first have a baby and you think to yourself that getting up with the little bundle of joy isn't so bad- that is the baby honeymoon period.

Then, when the baby is a few weeks old, one day (or shall I say night- most likely after one a.m.) you decide that getting up sucks and you want, and need, your sleep. Waking up to the baby crying feels like torture, but you do it because your a mom and what you want and need no longer matters. What matters is your offspring is hungry and needs a diaper change.

I am at the "honeymoon is over" point- I want to sleep at night. I want to lay down and know that I won't be waking up until after the sun rises.

Even though it sucks getting up in the middle of the night with the baby while the rest of the family is snoring it is not all bad. The feelings of annoyance always seem to melt away when I look down at my newborn daughter as she nurses and then falls asleep in my arms. Then, a few hours later the cycle begins again- baby cries, mommy wakes up grumbling about why can't men have breasts that produce milk, mommy nurses the baby, mommy stares lovingly as the baby falls asleep, mommy falls asleep, baby wakes up a few hours later crying, mommy grumbles, and so on and so on and so on.

New Baby, New Boss in Town...

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I have been a little MIA lately- who knew newborn babies took up so much time (insert sarcastic tone of voice)? My new little daughter likes to constantly be held at all times, even when she is sleeping, which is putting a bit of a damper on me getting anything done. It is nice to just sit with her though (except at night when I would really like to sleep without a baby drooling, spitting up and farting on me) and I try to keep reminding myself that she is our last baby and that I should slow down and enjoy these moments with her.

I have been shopping a few times but have not taken any pictures. Basically, to sum up my trips to the store, I bought stuff we needed, I used a few coupons here and there and I spent more on things than I normally would because I haven't been able to muster up enough of giving a shit to make any real shopping lists and to pull any necessary coupons. I do have to say that as far as grocery shopping goes that I have been spending less than $50 a week (we usually spend about $75 a week) mostly thanks to my fanatical pre-childbirth grocery shopping sprees. Like I said before, I have been paying more for stuff but since we don't need as much of it I have been staying under budget.

So, I will try to post more but it all comes down to if my little bundle of joy (and drool and spit up and farts) will let me get anything done.

One Of Those Days...

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Today I got to sleep until 8 am which in this house is unbelievably late. Technically I got woken up a couple of times during the night to nurse the baby but I was half asleep while doing it so those don't count as actually waking up.

When I  woke up my four year old son was getting breakfast ready. He poured Rice Krispies into bowls for him and his little sister and got out cups and orange juice. It was very sweet of him to have wanted to help out by getting breakfast ready- now if only he could still be this helpful when he is old enough to really make breakfast.

Now that it is past lunchtime my daughter will be taking her nap and hopefully the baby will allow me to put her in the swing for her nap. My son is probably going to watch a movie and me- well maybe I'll sit down and eat some lunch (not likely) or maybe I'll attempt to get some stuff done around the house (most likely).

So far life with a newborn has been pretty easy- it's the two older kids who are driving me crazy. The major key to me not being stressed out the third time around is that I have modified my expectations on what I am able to get done during the day, as has my husband. I'm not saying that people should let their homes turn into something from an episode of hoarders, but that you need to realize not everything will get done and sometimes doing things half-assed is good enough.