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+ I was mad at my dresser drawers last week and I did a moderately ruthless cull and donated a big bag of stuff to Goodwill. The drawers have more room in them now and putting away clean laundry is easier and faster. Yay.
- I'm mad at my closet but doing a cull in there is going to be a lot harder. (I've done some over the past few months, so what's left is tougher to get through.)
/ Some of my clothes are sort of falling off me, which pleases me. I don't want to valorize weight loss, but I've been glad that in the past couple of months my metabolism finally realized Oh hey we're not feeding a baby anymore! and has been returning me to and hopefully even beyond my pre-pregnancy size (whatever), shape (whatever), weight (whatever), and energy level (freaking HUZZAH).
- I picked up a filthy cold on the plane on the way to Cleveland two Fridays ago. It was in my head for a week and in my chest for another and I hated it.
+ I more or less expected it to last those two weeks, so I wasn't disappointed when it did. Also, not only am I feeling better now, but the sore spot on the inside of my nose where I'd rubbed it raw with tissues is also healed, which makes me ridiculously happy.
- Every morning my right shoulder aches. I'd think I was sleeping on it badly but I don't think I'm doing anything with my right arm that I'm not doing with my left. Must be some inflammation in there that isn't well served by holding still all night. (Which makes me think it's the beginning of some arthritis. Feh.)
+++ Last night's baby bedtime went totally smoothly: bath, bottle, stories, singing, two minutes of rocking, then I put him in the crib and patted him for about a minute and left the room while he was still awake and he didn't cry at all. \o/ It took a solid week to get there but now we've done it two nights in a row and I am super psyched to think this is the new normal. For a while he more or less fell asleep while I was singing to him, and then I rocked him for a little bit and put him down asleep and that was fine; but then for the past few weeks he's taken longer and longer to fall asleep, and from going upstairs with him to coming downstairs without him was taking an hour or more and slowly driving me crazy. He's totally exhausted by then so he's not ready for a later bedtime - but he's ready and I'm completely ready for a shorter bedtime and it looks like we've achieved it, which is awesome. Tonight his dad is putting him to bed for the first time in several weeks (I've been away from Monday night rehearsals for a while for various reasons), which will be the truest test. But I'm optimistic.
So okay: That was a post that was not entirely about my kid. I can do it. :-D
- I'm mad at my closet but doing a cull in there is going to be a lot harder. (I've done some over the past few months, so what's left is tougher to get through.)
/ Some of my clothes are sort of falling off me, which pleases me. I don't want to valorize weight loss, but I've been glad that in the past couple of months my metabolism finally realized Oh hey we're not feeding a baby anymore! and has been returning me to and hopefully even beyond my pre-pregnancy size (whatever), shape (whatever), weight (whatever), and energy level (freaking HUZZAH).
- I picked up a filthy cold on the plane on the way to Cleveland two Fridays ago. It was in my head for a week and in my chest for another and I hated it.
+ I more or less expected it to last those two weeks, so I wasn't disappointed when it did. Also, not only am I feeling better now, but the sore spot on the inside of my nose where I'd rubbed it raw with tissues is also healed, which makes me ridiculously happy.
- Every morning my right shoulder aches. I'd think I was sleeping on it badly but I don't think I'm doing anything with my right arm that I'm not doing with my left. Must be some inflammation in there that isn't well served by holding still all night. (Which makes me think it's the beginning of some arthritis. Feh.)
+++ Last night's baby bedtime went totally smoothly: bath, bottle, stories, singing, two minutes of rocking, then I put him in the crib and patted him for about a minute and left the room while he was still awake and he didn't cry at all. \o/ It took a solid week to get there but now we've done it two nights in a row and I am super psyched to think this is the new normal. For a while he more or less fell asleep while I was singing to him, and then I rocked him for a little bit and put him down asleep and that was fine; but then for the past few weeks he's taken longer and longer to fall asleep, and from going upstairs with him to coming downstairs without him was taking an hour or more and slowly driving me crazy. He's totally exhausted by then so he's not ready for a later bedtime - but he's ready and I'm completely ready for a shorter bedtime and it looks like we've achieved it, which is awesome. Tonight his dad is putting him to bed for the first time in several weeks (I've been away from Monday night rehearsals for a while for various reasons), which will be the truest test. But I'm optimistic.
So okay: That was a post that was not entirely about my kid. I can do it. :-D