You know you have those days.
The ones where you’re so preoccupied with something that you cant get it out of your head? The ones where you get so caught up in your own life that you can’t find the way to pull yourself out?
I’ve been having one of those weeks. I didn’t blog TWO entire days this week. Every time I sat down and started thinking about what I would write, I felt sick to my stomach. I haven’t cleaned my house, I haven’t done any laundry, I haven’t even been able to make it to the public library, which was my goal for the week.
Three lovely ladies came to my rescue yesterday, and invited me out of my house and out of my head. I couldn’t have needed it more, and we had such a great time at the mall. I probably wouldn’t have left the lair if it weren’t for you, Steph, and I appreciate it so much. Thank you.
I guess I’ll give some news.
In Ronan-land, we started signing “Please” this week. It’s very adorable. He rubs himself from shoulder to belly button. More like “PLEASE!”… but we get the point, and it seems he does too.
Also, Ronan woke six times last night. Things seem to be getting better, and then they just jump off a cliff, all the way down to the bottom again. He hasn’t woken six times in a night in so long, and it’s very discouraging. We have him in his own bedroom now, on a mattress on the floor. One of us sleeps with him, as we thought it would a little traumatic to suddenly throw him into a different room and leave him alone when he’s been co-slept for the last 12 months.
I really don’t know what else to say. This hasn’t been a good week. I have my fingers crossed that next week turns out better. Eternally optimistic.
