I think I may have gotten a full four hours of sleep last night. Who knew that four hours is all you need to feel like you’ve actually slept through a whole night. It’s been a while since I’ve slept for longer than three hours at once. About a month to be precise.I’ve been meaning to write for a while now, but as you know, I’ve just had a baby. I can no longer predict when I’ll have a moment to myself during the day, when it’s just me and Lucy spending the day together. If I’m lucky I can get her to go to sleep in the morning and she’ll actually sleep for more than 45 minutes. Which means I have enough time to pee, eat some breakfast, and grab a cup of coffee. Maybe do some cleaning so the house isn’t quite as messy as usual.Lucy is quite a good baby for the most part. But she has some serious radar for making noise and screaming right when I’m about to do something unrelated to her. But as soon as I pick her up, she’s fine. She’s my little snuggle bug, my peanut.
I only have about a month more of my maternity leave before I return to work. And while I want to go back I will miss not being home with her all day, as I was with my first daughter. Lucy will be so little when she goes to daycare. And I’ll have to pump milk during the day so my boobs don’t explode. Going a few hours without feeding is not pleasant. It hurts to hug people if she hasn’t had milk in a few hours.
Right now is one of the times that she is napping and I can sit and watch Ellen with my coffee, and also write. I haven’t been writing a whole lot, and I mean to remedy that. I just bought a bunch of books that have me wanting to read again, and reading always makes me want to write. I don’t know how it always works like that. Reading other people’s words makes me want to write my own.
It’s funny how I go through phases of writing, not writing, then writing again. I have journals in which I make this commitment to write, and then I find entries dated much later in the year. Proof that I went months without a single word written. I bought a red moleskin journal last year with the intent of carrying it around and writing in it every time I felt the need. I think I wrote in it once, then set it aside with all my other notebooks, half-filled with words written with such hope for a finished story.
The only things I’ve successfully finished lately have been my knitting projects, and the patterns I’ve written up for them. As it is, I’ve only finished a couple of them.
As I’m writing this Lucy has now woken from her not so long morning nap. Was hoping to possibly switch over laundry while she was asleep but that will have to wait till later. I don’t think anyone really appreciates silence until they’ve had a baby.
Till later. Maybe…