Don’t you love it when you skim a previous post and ask yourself if you were even speaking English? The one about the fair struck me that way. And I can’t even blame alcohol. Onwards, I guess.
Our weekend was pretty uneventful. We have been having a horrible time getting Leif to sleep. Any ideas on convincing a 2 year old that sleep is a good thing? We are pretty die-hard Sleep Lady fanatics to this point. However, I have found that she just glosses over this age group and recommends the Sleep Lady shuffle. Which yes, worked wonders when he was 18 months old. But now Leif has willpower, he has desires to stay awake, he has words to tell us exactly what he thinks and wants (and that isn’t sleep) and the Sleep Lady is just old hat for him.
I guess the one good thing that has come out of his staying up until nearly 9pm is that he is sleeping in until after 7am. Of course then this becomes crunch time for AB to get him ready by 8am when I need to be scootching out the door. And believe it or not, I miss my morning time with him. So I don’t need the nearly 2 hours afforded to me from a 5am wake up, but I would take a half hour of snuggles that comes with getting up around 6:15am. Sunday he slept until 8am. (Of course the trade off for this was that AB was up with him off and on from 4-6am.)
I guess my biggest problem is that I am having a horrible time accepting, no believing, that my son doesn’t need to go to bed before 9pm as he lies in his crib yawning at 8:15am.
The whole molars thing could be adding to this nighttime fiasco. He has two that are wrecking havoc in his mouth now. Which made for a very *pleasant* Sunday. Couple the lack of sleep with the fact that it was not “swimming day” and it made for one very unhappy little boy. He went and put his red swim trunks on over his green dinosaur pajamas in a great show of protest towards the municipal pools closing for the summer. (Fashion sense comes courtesy of dad.)
The return to work this morning was nice and easy. I worked up the guts to e-mail off my preproposal and copy it to a whole litany of interested people here at the lab. Weeks of prepping three little pages to leave the confines of the internal labspace have finally come to fruition. It is out of my hands. I was surprised to get a quick note back from the point of contact for this section already confirming receipt of the proposal and a promise to look over it as soon as possible.
I got another e-mail from the product manager for my big project indicating that our annual review would be held in late October in Berkeley. I am envisioning an extra day to take the BART into San Francisco to go Christmas shopping, calling on friends for a dinner out. Of course the realistic side of my brain laughs and reminds my frivolous side that I will get to attend this review IF the project manager my project was tasked under can’t attend (quite likely), but then if his “right hand man” (aka my co-PI) can’t attend (very unlikely). Then I get to go. Yeah right. Better not even get my hopes up.
On a better note, I finished My Antonia, which was good and have moved onto reading my September book club selection, Illusions, The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah. I started it yesterday after lunch and am already nearly halfway through. I love books like that. Easy, fast read. But it is incredibly thought provoking and will make for good discussion. Of course, then it dawned on me that AB has class on book club night again this semester and how the hell are we going to work that. Leif is such a growly little bear lately that I won’t even think about leaving him with a babysitter or dropping him with friends unless his mood changes, drastically. So I guess I am reading the book club book now for my own personal fulfillment. Ok, so that IS the idea behind book club, read and discuss books that you maybe wouldn’t otherwise – and there is no way I would have picked up this book otherwise.
Today is obviously a boring blog day. Inspiration anyone?
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