We survived

A few weeks ago we agreed that Jamie could be sent to a training class in Colorado. The options were this week or in July or August. We decided that this week would be better. Although I’d be 36 weeks pregnant, I wouldn’t have a new baby. So Jamie went to his class.

By the time we got to the actual week I started wondering what in the world we were thinking. I wasn’t worried about having the baby early. My babies seem to need extra cooking time so even though there is 3 weeks until my due date, I’m expecting 4 or so weeks before he arrives. But, I’m 9 months pregnant. I’m tired and sore. And Ian puts the toddler to bed every night.

The week ended up not being bad at all for the most part. The big kids are incredibly helpful in keeping the house clean. They do 10 minutes of acts of kindness (random chores I assign) in the morning, 10 more minutes at night, and their daily chores for about 15 or 20 minutes in the afternoon. I’ve pretty much only had to do laundry, cook (convenience food has been my friend), start the dishwasher, and vacuum and I still have a clean house even at the end of the week.

The only issue was getting Fritz to sleep. I’m very tired and ready for bed most nights by 8:30. Fritz likes to stay up until about an hour later. Even nursing him doesn’t knock him out any earlier. And then we spent the afternoon at my friend’s house on Wednesday and Fritz fell asleep on the couch at 7. While that made bedtime easy, he woke up at 4:30 Thursday. Thursday night he went to sleep at 7:30 (Fritz basically does not nap – he took two 15 minute naps during the day Thursday). Friday morning he was up at 6:45, but that was a half hour after I woke up on my own so that was fine. So even bedtime wasn’t too horrible, though I am glad Ian will be back to getting the boy to sleep starting tonight.

So we survived and it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. We’re all happy to be able to pick Jamie up this evening, though. The big kids can understand how long it is until Jamie will get home, but Fritz is still too little. He has asked me several times “Where Daddy go?” and has spent quite some time sitting at the kitchen window saying “Need Daddy!” and “Daddy home!”

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