I like to look at this picture and think she is saying, "It's okay Mom, you are doing the best you can." I'm trying not to feel like a reject about it, but I feel like I am failing at "Baby's 1st Christmas". I haven't stuffed her into a stocking for a silly picture, we haven't sat on the Mall Santa's lap, hell, I don't even have a gift for her. Hopefully years from now she won't care.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
We move in a week and I haven't packed a single thing. It's all I can do to get the (holiday) errands run and keep the place picked up. Thankfully the wee one is so cute... that keeps me from totally falling apart! She sleeps well... falls asleep faster and sleeps more soundly than I do. However her biggest block is from 5ish to 9ish and then again till 2ish. That second block and the one after requires some resettling, so it's not like I can sleep all that time. There is light at the end of the tunnel. I know this, but right now it seems far far away. It's hard not to resent those who tell me they are tired when they CHOOSE to stay up late. Lack of sleep is affecting my general attitude and my ability to find some holiday spirit. Honestly feeling rather Bah Humbug.