Would anyone believe me if I told them that it is 9:25 a.m. on Saturday and my child is still sleeping? No? Well, to be fair, I feel as though it took me until 6:00 a.m. to get her truly settled in for the "night", so I'm sure that makes it more believable. At any rate, I am taking advantage of the quiet time.
Bryan has his final round of Boards this weekend...THANK GOD. I believe he's had four rounds of these horrible, expensive, weekend-sapping exams, and at least three of them have fallen on my call weekends. Which makes for an awful, anxiety-ridden existence for me as I scramble to find back-up babysitters who are willing to literally take the child I dump in their living rooms while I make a mad dash for the hospital, whenever my pager goes off. Because I am basically a neurotic over-planner at heart, I am surprised that a) these weekends always seem to work out, no matter what happens, and b) that I have not developed an ulcer. Yet.
On the bright side, Bryan left very early this morning and I woke up at 8:30 (two-and-a-half hours of solid sleep after settling Zoey in to her crib at the crack of dawn) to a very quiet house. *Sigh* Is there anything better?? I have emptied the dishwasher, cleared off the dining room table, started a load of laundry....drank my coffee. Love it.
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