Last night Owen slept through the night! I thought he might, as I’ve been having to wake him up and work really hard to keep him awake for his 11:30-midnightish feedings. So, last night I just let him wake up when he would after I put him to bed after his 8:30 supper. And wouldn’t you know, I didn’t hear a peep out of him until 4:30 am! And I didn’t have to get him up to nurse until 5 am (although I didn’t really sleep between the two times, just laid in bed listening to see if he was just peeping or if he was going to start fussing).

So, we’ll see how he does tonight! I’m optimistic that he’ll pull a repeat performance.

In other news: WORK. Its work. I’ve been working between 9-10 hours a day all week (yeah, I know that’s only two days so far) and its HARD. I miss my baby. And my hubby. And … whatever it is I want to do at home that I don’t get to do because I’m working.

I find it difficult to get chores and things done as well, because I need to rest and have downtime after I get home from work. Plus, I usually have to immediately nurse Owen and then play with him before I put him to bed for a nap and get some time to myself. Which is fine, just the dishes and vacuuming suffers.

Today at a Fred Meyers I was working in, I heard the “grocery store kid” syndrome hitting young ones all around me. You know the type… “I want it I want it!! MOOOOOOM!!!!!” (You can almost hear the exclamation points.) When there are children going off like tea kettles in the store it reminds me of my friends telling me “Oh, look what you have to look forward to!” while I was pregnant. Uh, well, while your kids/nieces/nephews/small children of friends may misbehave consistently and throw tantrums and generally do what they have to do for attention and what they want at the time, why wish that on me!?

Or why imagine that my child will act like that? Right now he’s an angel. Of course, he’s only nine weeks old. I’ll cuddle my little angel for as long as I can, but I also plan on putting in the hours and work needed to make sure he grows up to be a kid, not a monster.