6/1-3/2006 - Into the Abyss
The baby didn't sleep too good last night. Trying to take a page out of Elizabeth Pantley's playbook, I have started to keep a log of his sleeping habits:
7:50 PM Fell asleep in my arms. Put in crib.
8:30 PM Woke up yowling. Moved to carseat
10:50 PM Woke up. Inconsolable. Brought to mummy for nai-nais.
11:20 PM Back in crib
1:05 AM Out of crib. Back to mummy.
2:10 AM Msme,4,.4
2:25 AM No, you take him.
4:00 AM Time to walk the halls
4:30 AM Back to mummy.
6:00 AM The eldest is up, dammit. Baby in crib
6:45 AM Eldest out of bed, baby surprisingly still in crib
7:30 AM Dad in crib
9:00 AM Moved dad from crib to keyboard. Good luck with those internal rate of return models.
So as I stood blinkingly in the lunch line, my eyes hit on a bottle I hadn't noticed before. Starbucks Frappuccino. With a star over the "I." How cute. I looked at the diet soft drinks or tea that I usually walked away with, but somehow ended up purchasing the Frapp. For $2.25. I hope it tastes bad. It doesn't.
Today coffee. Tomorrow I'll be injecting caffeine subcutaneously.
44,500 palpitating steps today. Cheers,