Well, technically, I haven’t pumped yet but I will be soon. I know Elliot is probably doing fine at daycare. I am doing fine at work, actually. In fact, I haven’t shed one tear. Although, does that make me a bad mom: because I’m not freaking out? I just can’t see any purpose to having a big ol’ breakdown when I know he’s ok and I’m ok and this is the way it has to be.
I went into my little eatery this morning – Goody’s – and talked to the guy who always made my sandwiches before and it turns out that his nephew also goes to the same daycare. I keep meeting people around town who either sent their kid there or know someone who has. This woman comes highly recommended!
Cold this morning; was 27 when I let the dogs out at 6:15. It’s 28 now with a feels like temp of 23. Brrr. I didn’t bundle nearly as warm as I should have: waffle long sleeve shirt, then a short sleeve then a puffer jacket. Luckily, I don’t plan on trekking anywhere very far. Although, I am thinking maybe an energy drink in a bit. Elliot must have sensed my work apprehension because he was up at 2:30, then 3:45 and then 5:15. So let’s talk about his sleeping, shall we? He had been sleeping through the night. Then as of the Friday before Christmas, he was waking up once in the night, hungry. But as Christmas came and went, he started to wake up at about 2 or 3 and then at 5 or 6. I was doing a bit of reading on the well-known kid advice site, Ask moxie, and I came across this. Well, what do you know? He’s almost “supposed” to be going through a phase. Good to know. But I would very much like him to be sleeping now that I have to spent eight hours away in the office. No more mid-afternoon naps in the bed, little one. I will miss those, too.
Well, back to work for me. I have a ton of stuff to do and I might as well not put it off.