Small Victory

Does it count as "only getting up once in the middle of the night" if it means the day starts at 6:30am (on a Saturday no less)? I'm fully prepared for this statement to instantly jinx the next week or so, but for the past two days Autumn has only woken up at 2am and 6:30am. Yesterday I tried to humor myself by putting her back to bed at 7am, but if you are a loyal follower of this silly blog, then it shouldn't surprise you that putting a gremlin to bed when it's light out doesn't end with more sleep for anyone.  So this morning I gave myself a little pep talk that went something like this.


"Ok, no need to feel sorry for yourself for being up at 6:30 on a Saturday morning. You only had to get up once last night, and geez, you went to bed at like 8:30. Besides, the only reason you used to sleep in on Saturdays was because you actually had a life outside of your house. Remember that? Eating pizza on the couch and drinking (almost) two beers hardly warrants a true need to sleep through the morning news shows."

And with that, after feeding Autumn, I put her in her swing and made some coffee. Thankfully, she has recently fallen head-over-heels in love with her swing. We haven't figured out which part she likes so much -- whether it's the carnival ride effect of the swinging (seriously, that thing gets going!), the cute little lamb mobile that spins above her head, or, more likely, the mirror that she gets to check out her gorgeous reflection in. Really, it doesn't matter much, because whatever it is has been allowing us to put her in her swing without feeling guilty for boring our baby.

Super Swing saves the day!

Now to tackle the day. Watch out world, I'm no longer a "mom who is up all night with a baby". I might even have time to Swiffer the kitchen floor.