Sleep Regression is the Pits. in Life

I’m all stuffy and sneezy again, I’m not sure if it’s the weather, the lack of sleep or the lack of water or poor eating habits. Really that should be a to-do list on how to get my health back on track.

Remember kids “Just because you’re skinny, doesn’t mean you’re healthy” Words to live by.

Elly’s sleep still isn’t back on track, I’m starting to think it has something to do with her crib, like she needs a weighted blanket or something as I pile a big blanket on her legs out on the couch and she’s out in no time but when I move her into her crib it’s Squirm central and rapping on the sides of crib with her soother like she’s a convict.

Adorable at first, not so much when you can’t sleep though.

Last night was the first night that I was like “Fuck it, I’ve been trying to get to sleep for 2 hours, she’s making a fuss and Pam is sleeping through it all” so I grabbed up the baby and brought her out to the couch, put her in her comfy-corner (The corner of a sectional) and went to sleep on the other part with my arms blocking her from potentially rolling off the couch and probably got the best sleep this week. Still, probably not more that 3 or 4 hours but I suppose that’s the regular that most parents deal with. I recognize our luck with having a baby who slept 8 hours for the better part of 4 months of her 6 month life so far.

I’ve taken to doing all the night duties myself just because it’s easier than frustrating myself waiting for Pam to do something about it.

We’ve talked a lot lately, which is good, we need to sometimes.

Both her and I are fairly self involved and that’s why we work so well together. We recognize that we have our own lives and the other person is paralelle to us as individuals and not essential to us as individuals. It sounds kinda cold writing it out but it works for us.

See there’s a lot of great things about Pam, and very few that really get under my skin. Like yes, She couldn’t pick up a broom to save her life and she thinks cleaning the toilet deserves a trophy while I’m cleaning, literally, everything else. But she also makes sure to take care of Elly when the weekends come around and I go into my own “Personal development mode”

Sorry the cleaning thing will always be something I bitch about and something that I recognize will never change.

See here’s the thing… I might be a bit of a control freak. I don’t know if I believe that or not but that’s what people tell me >.>

I mean… how hard is it to fold a towel properly so that it matches the size of all the other towels, and then you gotta divide them so the white towels are with the white towels and the printed towels are with the printed towels and god forbid if you don’t put the folded side facing out, I mean c’mon! The folded side looks way better than all the hemmed side flopping about everywhere in chaos. CHAOS I tells ya!

-Ahem-

ANYway…

I dunno, maybe it’s my wiring but if someone said “Hey maybe don’t do this thing, you don’t do it the way I like it done” I’d be like “oorrrr you could show me how to do it the way you want it done” but nope! Just another task for me to take on by myself (The moral of the story is that I make life difficult for myself, it’s really not her fault although maybe a little bit)

I’m so off track today.

Point form mode!

-Pam has body issues and didn’t feel sexy. She’s worried about how she hasn’t lost any of the baby weight but at the same time is doing very little to work towards achieving the goal of loosing that weight. I, however, still think she’s sexy as fuck and made sure to spend a little extra “time” on her (Wait did I put the quotes in the right place there?) that night.

-Pam also thought that I was downplaying her work and disregarding how important she is to the job and I was like “hol up, I want an example” to which she cited how I’m always telling her to say “fuck it” and take the rest of the day off. Which she interpeted as me not thinking her job or place is important to which I was like

“Woah woah woah, not what I meant”

And then proceeded to explain how she’s a Junior doing the work of a senior (2 pay grades up) while all the seniors are taking off at 2 on a Friday to hit the bars but because you’re working from home you bust your ass, pick up all the slack and for what? FOR WHAT PAM?! Okay I didn’t actually yell but she saw the point I was trying to make. She complains a lot about work and I’m like “then don’t do it?” but then she’s all “No, I have to” and I’m just thinking in the back of my head “And that’s how I eneded up with 120hr pay cheques and a drinking problem!” but I digress… (Also apparently I say that a lot sooooo)

Alright my mind has gone blank so either the sniffle drugs are kicking in or I’ve expended all my thoughts that I needed to get out.

I like to think that eventually I’ll get back to thought provoking entries (Hell father’s day passed and I have 4 fathers, that right there is a lot to go through!) but there’s just some adjusting to do in this ever changing landscape of a stay at home (for now) dad.