Okay, so that's not quite how the lyric goes, but bear with me.
Summer is just an odd time of year anyway, right? Schedules are off because kids are out of school, work schedules adjust accordingly, and there's all around weird stuff to take advantage of both of those. For my family, the weird stuff means later nights to take advantage of the daylight (and also the few hours that "outside" doesn't feel like the surface of the sun here in the south). Well, then, throw a newborn into the mix and we're just downright lost.
For the first month of my youngest son's life, I was up at every feeding - even if it wasn't my "turn". (From this, you probably guess correctly that we're a mostly formula family. I take a sincere bow in awe of breastfeeding moms who are the ONLY ones who have a "turn" in feeding.) I also was home alone with the baby through most of the day, and during the evenings, my husband handled mostly the older boys. Meaning that I was attached to my son almost 100% of the time as his sole caretaker. (Second bow of awe is due to Stay at Home Moms and Single Moms who do this DAILY.) I'm more in tune with a 14 hour day at the office, so this? This has been a hard juggle for me.
Aaaaaand I wasn't juggling very well, admittedly.
This past week, I've taken a different approach. Where I would normally put Vinnie down for a two hour nap in the mornings and then race around, trying to get chores done or appointments made or correspondence kept up with, I've instead taken Vinnie back to my bed. Where we napped. BOTH OF US. And y'all. Y'ALL. Oh, what a difference this makes!
Sleep: It's Important! Film at eleven.
Turns out, I'm a much better mom when I'm well-rested! WHO KNEW?
So for the last bit of my maternity leave - which is quickly dwindling down - I've made a vow. We're gonna spend the mornings being LAZY. If dishes get put off, that's okay. If an email isn't returned, that's cool. It'll all be there when I get around to it.
The last thing in the world I want is to get back to my 14 hour days and look wistfully back at this time and think, Man, did I waste that time or what?
How did you juggle your mornings with a newborn? Any hints I should know about?