today i attempted to get jude on a consistent schedule.
lately we've been cat napping in the morning
with a two to three hour nap in the afternoon.
while the long naps have been fantastic for both of us,
i'm hoping a more consistent schedule will help her sleep through the night
instead of consistently waking up at four for some food.
this morning went pretty well.
jude was able to fall asleep with minimal fussing
and i got to take a shower and start some laundry.
this afternoon has been the complete opposite.
she has been the biggest fuss bucket.
crying as soon as i leave the room.
crying when i'm in the room but not holding her.
crying because her binky fell out.
crying. crying. crying.
i finally had to give in and put her in the carrier.
she went from wide awake to fast asleep in less than three seconds.
i let her sleep in the carrier while i ate my sweet potato lunch.
for some stupid reason, i'm trying to be healthy.
after my feast, i took her out, swaddled her,
put her in her bassinet and made a bee-line for the freezer.
because, screw being healthy.
sweet potatoes can't fix days like this.
days like this call for an early afternoon cup
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
and binge watching 30 rock.
i'm pretty sure this is the kind of mentality that puts me at risk
of starring in my own episode of tlc's "my 600-pound life."
but you know what?
sometimes the only thing you can do is eat your feelings.
AND THAT'S OKAY.
in other news,
i've resurrected my middle part
and i'm not sure how i feel about it.