This post is dedicated to those one-handed typers out there. You know who you are! I used to be a 70wpm typer, am now relegated to whatever I can type with one hand while breast feeding Sunshine, and protecting the other boob from her super ninja kicks that leave me with bruises. (Totally sucks! OUCH!)
I am also desperately wishing I a) had a new lap top as this one keeps losing connectivity with the router b) had a new phone because my current phone no longer takes pics and I send these to The DOH on a daily basis to keep him apprised of Sunshine’s antics 3) I had an iphone then I could supremely chat, blog, type one handed while taking much better phone pics, uploading them to my blog as well as send them to facebook or my hubby, and finally play the angry birds game in a way that it should be played, while also getting that nifty free keyboard app so I can practice my notes for my choir music without Sunshine getting peeved at being downstairs with the keyboard.
Sigh, long list… but as my phone is failing me and I am do for an upgrade, I think I might finally be able to accomplish some of this.
The kid is maoing (see Mommy Language post) on the boob. Teething is not fun for her, and it seems the past few days she has been relatively calm, so I though to self…. “Perhaps the toofers stopped erupting? Perhaps she is no longer teething?” Stupid mommy. She is back in full force, but the nice thing is… she has finally started sleeping a bit better. More sleep for mommy, means “argh! The body craves more sleep!” Why is it when you get more sleep, the body craves it more?
When going for weeks with very very little sleep, I noticed I was forgetting way more. Like that church was starting at 10:00am this Sunday, not 11:00am, and I was supposed to be there for practice at 9:00am. Yeah, that didn’t happen. How much continuous sleep did I get Saturday night? 55 minutes, folks. Sunshine has gone to this mode of sleeping for 40 minute stretches then waking up. Sigh.
She gets better sleep if I take her out somewhere into the community during the day, AND if I go out that night. Perhaps she wears herself out crying in daddy’s arms and that is why she sleeps better? Otherwise, the rest of the time it is back to 40 minute stretches. Sigh… then I am in serious sleep deprivation.
Wondering how long it has taken me to type this thing with one hand, and the other literally tied up with Sunshine…. 12 minutes, people. I ROCK!
I often can’t do much, but today it seems I can. Even with a teething, breast feeding, boob kicking ninja in one arm. Gotta take my pats on the back when I can.;)