Josh didn’t get home from the mission trip he was leading until around 9:30pm Saturday. On the up side, he brought pizza home with him. On the down side, he woke Jude up when he got home. Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal; I would just nurse him for a bit, and he would resume sleeping. Saturday night was different. Maybe it was the excitement of seeing his Papa after having not seen him for four days, or maybe it was because Josh and I really wanted to watch a few episodes of The Office before turning in, or maybe it was because Josh brought home the LOUDEST PIZZA BOX EVER, but whatever the reason, Jude just wouldn’t go back to sleep. I would let him down to play for a bit (dumb move? maybe), and he would inevitably come back after a few minutes crying and signing “milk.” I think this went on until around 11pm or midnight. It’s a bit of a blur right now. Whatever time we actually ended up going to sleep is irrelevant, however, because Jude had what might have been his worst night ever sleeping. (Or, the worst night he’s had in at least two months… one or the other.)

Sunday morning, Jude was up bright and early, which I guess wasn’t a bad thing since I had to straighten up for the open house that was scheduled for later that day. I don’t know what I was thinking all week while Josh was gone. I pretty much let the housekeeping slide for four days because, hey, it’s hard to clean while trying to keep my son happy. I thought I would have time to pick up the place on Saturday after Josh got home, but since he got home so late, that plan didn’t come to fruition. So, on Sunday morning I found myself exactly where I had been the four days prior: I was alone with an unhappy baby, I needed to clean, and the house was a bit of a mess. Oh, the only difference was that now I only had about three hours in which to take care of it all.

Jude and I got out of the house nearly on time and met Josh at one of his churches. From there we went to lunch, then to Josh’s other church, then shopping, and finally home. Jude was spent. He went to sleep at 5:30pm and didn’t get up (other than to nurse a few times) until 7:30am on Monday.

Those were fourteen hours of sweet, sweet bliss…

But still, on Monday morning, I didn’t feel well-rested. I dragged myself up and out of bed and went to work. I came home for lunch and then went back to work. After work we grabbed dinner and went shopping, and finally, at around 8:30pm, we arrived home. Jude was kind of off all day. His nose was runny, and Josh and I think he’s teething. He went to sleep around 9:30 last night, and was up at around 6:20am today. I’m aiming to start bedtime tonight around 7pm. He seems to go to sleep more easily, and sleep later into the morning, when I put him to bed early.

I hope that explains my two-day writing hiatus. I’m still exhausted today, but I’m hoping to write and post at least once more later this afternoon. My friend Jessica asked to hear about the one time I was confronted about NIP. Look for that story next week.

Now, it’s time for lunch. Josh and Jude are napping, so I’m thinking I might actually be able to enjoy my food for the first time in more than 13 months! Woo!