I had a heck of a time waking up this morning.  My body was sure enjoying sleeping and wanted to keep doing just that.  And I realized that, hey, I never heard Evie cry last night!

Score.

The night weaning is a slow process, two steps forward and one step back… but it gets there eventually.  I have no idea when Evie will wean full stop.  I imagine she’s gotta get the hang of drinking out of a cup first.  That would probably help.  And I will admit that I haven’t pushed it as I probably should be doing.

But then, she’s my last.  And this is the last time I’ll nurse a baby.  And you’ll have to excuse me if I’m not in a huge hurry to put this all behind me.  I will stop short of nursing her in preschool, I promise.

Anyhow, here I sit, sipping a cup of coffee and reading through my message board and checking everyone’s status on Facebook.  “Sid the Science Kid” is blathering on about germs in the background and Evie is playing with one of Liam’s trucks while Liam arranges a line of cars on the back of the couch.

The garbage man has picked up the trash for the week but the recycling is sitting out, waiting for it’s turn.  I have a knitting project half done sitting on my lap and many projects piling up behind it.  I’m busy busy busy with the knitting and I love every minute of it.  I’m looking forward to my next project which will include many colors of stripes.  It will be both fun and a challenge.

The dogs are snoozing on a pile of blankets on the couch.  My thoughts are drifting to tonight and the “Lost” season finale that will assuredly knock my socks off.  I’m both looking forward to it and dreading it because it means no “Lost” until next winter.  BUMMER.

Liam is upset about something and I have no idea what.  He started crying while he was playing and is looking at me to fix it.  If only I knew what “it” was.  “Super Why” coming on the television seems to have distracted him for the moment.  Evie gnaws on a toy headset.  This coffee tastes damned good.

It’s a Wednesday.  Half the week done, half the week to go. I’m praying for an easy day today.  And now I’m off to change a diaper (that was Liam’s problem, turns out).

Hate is such a strong word, isn’t it?  Still, in certain situations, little else seems to fit the bill.  Or, say, if one has had a rough night, then the word “hate” is rather appropriate.  So here is what I find myself hating at this particular moment in time:

• that if we don’t close the bathroom door when we leave the dogs (Beetoe in particular) unsupervised, then they’ll get into the diaper trash (Liam still wears disposables at least half the time) and make a huge, disgusting mess.
• that the diaper covers I bought online for Evie that say they’re mediums and good to six months just came yesterday and they barely fit her.  Now i need to sell them and look for other, bigger diaper covers.
• that Evie is having such a hard time sleeping with us right now.  With me, in particular.  The same thing happened with Harry so I wonder if it’s related to nursing.  She has a hard time settling down in the night and will squirm and kick and thrash unless she has a boob in her mouth at all times.  It translates to crappy sleep for her (right now she’s passed out in her bouncy seat, poor thing) and crappy sleep for me (nursing a headache and a huge cup of coffee).
• that this means it might be time to try moving her into her own room.
• that we don’t have a dual room baby monitor and I need to have something like that in place to even consider moving her into her room.
• that if she does move into her room, I’d be signing up for trudging into her room at least once a night for the next year or so.
• getting up in the middle of the night. ‘Nuff said.
• the pain I’m feeling across my shoulders that is increasing every day.  I swear, last night, I couldn’t even swivel at my torso without wincing in pain.  I suspect this has to do with the heavy lifting I’ve been doing around here.
• that I’m still having to do all the lifting around here.  It really sorta sucks.
• that I feel so resentful of all the lifting and stuff I have to do around here.
• that it’s Sunday and that means the weekend is almost over.
• that Harry starts the third grade tomorrow.  Even though I’m excited for him, I’ll actually sorta miss having him around during the day.  Plus, you know, he’s growing up TOO DAMN FAST.

Bleh.  I need another cup of coffee.