It’s not that I don’t believe in making lists. It’s just that normally my brain is functioning at a higher level than it is currently. Usually I don’t NEED to make lists. Usually (when I’m not 7.5 months pregnant and chasing a 17 month old around) I’m pretty good at remembering everything I need to do. And another thing. Usually I get everything done in record time. Usually I can clean my whole house in half a day. And that’s no mean feat because I’ve got a pretty big house to clean. But I’m efficient and very task-oriented. Normally.
Currently, I’m easily distracted, my back hurts after doing about a quarter of the vacuuming and, well, if I really want to blame something, the ol’ ‘nesting instinct’ just hasn’t kicked in. Just thinking about housework makes me want to sleep 🙂
I have a feeling my ‘usually’ is about to change.
At the moment ‘usually’ for me, means needing several hours of sleep through the day. And then after waking up from that sleep, thinking only of going back to sleep and how tired I still am. Unfortunately, my days have been starting around 5.50am (not by choice, believe me, although, I guess I chose to have a baby so I guess chose waking up at 5.50am *sad face*) and then, if I can manage to get the kid down for a mid-day nap I might also manage to wrangle a couple of hours of nap-time myself, if I’m lucky, because that deadline is looming and it’s all I’ve been able to think about, so I TRY to do something productive when I’ve got the chance.
The late nights haven’t helped. If you have children you’ve probably experienced the absolute love for post-bedtime. Those blissful, quiet, distraction-free few hours of the day when you can actually get stuff done. That time, when no one is tugging at your leg telling you in no uncertain baby babble to get off the computer, or when you can safely leave the sewing pins less than a foot away from the edge of the desk knowing that you aren’t going to find anyone using one as a toothpick. (Ummm, not that that has actually ever happened before or anything.) Aaaah. I love post-bedtime. It’s wonderful. And so, so, SO very productive. But the way I feel the morning after, when I’ve only managed to get 6 hours of sleep (not uninterrupted, mind you, between getting up to go the toilet three times a night and responding to cries from the Rosebud) after forcing myself to stop whatever I was doing and just go to bed. That ain’t wonderful. That’s just plain horrible. And only adds to the terrible cycle of tiredness I’ve been finding myself in.
But as I said, I am pretty sure my ‘usual’ is about to change anyway. I am so excited about having a little baby again, but I’m really not looking forward to those first few weeks with a newborn, when day and night blur into one and you feel like your eyes might very well fall out of your head. And when people feel free to tell you how terrible you know you look. And then, once I’ve made it through that hurdle there’ll be the whole thing of renegotiating life with a toddler and baby, figuring out what is realistic for us as a family and what is simply just pie in the sky. I know there’s going to be changes.
But anyway, getting back to the purpose of this post… I’m starting to make lists. Well, one list. With everything I have/want/am going to try to do before Master Grundy arrives. Before Christmas Eve, or whenever this little person decides he’s ready to grace us with his presence. Because, if I don’t, I’m pretty sure that I’m going to be packing my hospital bag in between contractions. And since I’m not great at packing my own bags at the best of times that is probably a scenario I should definitely aim to avoid.
So far, the list looks something like this…
- Pack hospital bag.
- Have baby.