I have a million things to do right now and instead am stuck holding a very cranky baby. I am not sure if she is teething or what, but yesterday and today have been very difficult. She is also starting the dreaded phase of separation anxiety...you know, the type where if I try to put her down so I can use the bathroom she acts as if I am trying to kill her. Also back into a doesn't want to sleep very much phase. Perhaps it is because she's on the cusp of crawling.
But all that is neither here nor there...Wednesdays exhaust me. I have to get up and get Bria and Chloe ready for school and rush off. Why the rush? It's called Daylight Savings Time. I am still not on track with it, and Chloe isn't either. Because of this she has cried at going into her classroom and I have to go in and sit with her for fifteen minutes or so before I can leave.
I come home and have so much to do, but Sophia doesn't let me. I put her in her crib today and just let her scream for a half hour, hoping she'd just fall asleep. I got a little bit done, but I finally couldn't take it anymore and am now blogging with her in my lap.
I have to go get Chloe in 10 minutes, after which I will make lunch, quickly shower and get ready for work, pick up Bria (today is early out day) and then rush off to teach lessons at the college. I'm done there at 6:00 pm, just in time to get dinner ready and cleaned up, work on homework and reading and baths and throw the kids in bed.
To make it worse, Joel is in St. George today for Solo and Ensemble competitions, so I have to go it alone.
I never get a thing done on Wednesdays. I dread them.
On a happier note...Thursdays are mine. I get everything done on Thursdays. Looking forward to tomorrow.