Today was one of those days that failed to conform to any assumption you may make about its progress. It started with a hiccup. A baby who woke at 5:00 AM and refused to return to his bed for 50 minutes, which happens to be 10 minutes prior to my alarm. Said alarm was pushed to 6:30, and then further pushed to 7:00.
Work was a file that was complicated, finicky, and therefore far more time-consuming than my files usually are. My work day, which usually runs from 6:00 AM to 10:00 AM ran instead from 7:00 to 2:30 PM. It was further hindered by a baby who, being so out of sorts, failed to take his normal 9:30 to 12:00 nap. Instead, he didn't nap until 1:30, and awoke at 2:45. Which means he slept precisely three hours less today than he normally does.
Because I was working to a deadline, I didn't eat anything but snacks and coffee (snacks mostly consisting of gummy candy) until almost 3 o'clock. This meant when dinner rolled around, I wasn't hungry, so Robbie heated left over spaghetti and meat sauce for himself, and a can of beans for Elodie.
Asher's teeth are bothering him. I think number eight just turned my usually darling napper and decent sleeper into a rebellious, angry, distracted, clingy baby who fears the crib like it is some gaping maw prepared to swallow him whole and eat off his toes.
I nursed him to sleep, something I rarely do anymore, at 7:30. He woke up almost exactly at 8:15, which happens to be just as we had sent his sister to bed, just as we were preparing for peace. I had sat down to proof Robbie's paper. Robbie was folding laundry. It's been half an hour. What began as a day with hiccups is ending the same way, it seems.
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