My week is off to an exciting, yet exhausting start, and it's only Tuesday, right?
I got a job yesterday. Not the kind paid with kisses and hugs, but a "real-live-pay-you-cash" gig. It's work from home. In internet marketing. All work done via email. The pay isn't astounding, but it's enough to make wiggle... or cart wheel.... room in our budget. I train tomorrow. I've committed to 15 hours a week. This is a huge thing for my family. Huge. Just what I've been waiting for. So, if I don't get FIRED during my first 2 week probation period, we'll throw a party. For real.
My child. My sweet Olivia is right in the middle of sleep training. Friends, I'm not a fan, but seriously, there is no other way. When she was sick, and vomiting several times a night, I stuck her in my bed. A huge no-no, I'm no dummy. Mainly because it's not worth the fall out, but I didn't know what to do. If she was in my bed and coughed so hard she vomited, I could catch the barf in a hand towel. No need for change of bedding, no need to a mid-night bath. She'd hurl, I'd catch it, we'd both go back to sleep.
Trouble is. Here we are now. Pretty much ALL better. But still not sleeping. We've tried a bunk bed in Hannah's room, a bunk bed in the nursery with Ian. I tried her taking a nap in my bed, I even set up a small tv with a dvd player so she could watch a movie to fall asleep. She's not having it. She's not taking naps. She's waking up all hours of the night crying to be in my bed. Last night I decided to revert to the last thing that I knew worked. She's back in her crib. We share a little rock-a-by time. She sleeps. Except now she cries. And cries. And cries. She is now officially asleep, it only took 1 hour, and we're off. Off to enjoy the peace and quiet. But. I hate it. I hate the crying. I hate her feeling desperate, but we have to do it. This child was born with health problems that lead to the need for consistent rest. We all need it. She needs it. I need it. The older kids need it so they may have a break during the day. I am going to keep reminding myself that in a few days this will all be worth it. And it will. This I know is the right thing to do, even if it's the most hard.
And. I got a period. The first one in like, 6 months? The great news is my body can still do it. The bad news is I feel like hell. The good news is I still plan to head for my fertility treatments, the bad news I pushed it back a few weeks. There's hope though. Hope that things are looking up and working right. It's time to move forward.
I'm flying by the seat of my pants these days. Still working on spring cleaning, still enjoying summer. Trying to catch up rest due to many many sleepless nights, and doing my best to read, even if I can't comment, on your blogs. When life settles down, I'll have more of a presence in this lovely blog world.