I think I’m starting to hit my groove at work. That doesn’t mean I’m starting to LIKE it any more, but really that I’m getting used to the whole she-bang. It’s about par for the course, it usually takes me about 6 months at a new job to not feel like a total idiot. It took a little longer this time, but I’d like to believe that a massive lack of sleep had something to do with it.
Have I ever mentioned how much I love getting home in the morning and seeing my two boys still sleeping in bed? I stand in the doorway and watch them sleep for a few minutes before I do anything. It does my heart good.
I didn’t want to jinx it by writing about it sooner, but Ronan has been sleeping GREAT for over a week now! He wakes up once (and sometimes twice) a night to eat. That’s it! It seems to keep getting better and better as well. He’s starting to learn to comfort himself back to sleep. And by comfort, I mean he throws his body around in all directions until he conks out again, resulting in some hilariously awkward positions. I must take pictures. But anywho. Perhaps the saga of the sleep-bitching is over. Please, let it be so. I knew the day would come when his ability to sleep would outgrow his desire to wake every hour. I’m glad it got here sooner than later. And I’m glad I never let him cry it out.
