Friends, last week kind of sucked. Buckle up, it’s going to be a rough ride.
Darcy inexplicably went from steadily increasing her nap and nighttime hours of sleep to suddenly aborting that nice progression and rocketing downhill in the wrong direction. Every day and night was considerably worse than the one before, and although she was pleasant when she was up, she would not sleep for anything close to an acceptable amount of time, and it’s been making me crazy. Craaaaazzzzyyyyyyyyy. I had kind of forgotten how completely exasperating it is to have a baby doing frustrating things for no apparent reason (‘I forgot’ might be the wrong term for it . . . more like ‘I repressed the horrible memories deeply in hopes they would never again resurface’). It seems kind of ridiculous to me to think she might be teething already (she’s 3 months old, and Forrest didn’t get his first tooth until he was almost one—late bloomers in this family), but the floodwater drooling and constant chewing on her hands and two little poky hard spots along her gums are giving me hope that maybe there’s a reason behind the lack of sleeping and maybe she’ll get back to normal (or what had previously been moving toward something resembling normal) soon, please God please. At this point I’m hoping for teething, because at least there would be a reason behind her suddenly changing her sleep routine, other than to experience whatever perverse joy children seem to find in making their parents lose their freaking minds.
I’m rambling. What I’m trying to get to is that after a rather crappy week at home, I really needed a pick-me-up, and I think I found one in the form of an outfit that made me feel nice. I had totally forgotten how hard it is to get dressed with a young baby in the house—between finding outfits that are nursing-friendly, to figuring out what fits and will be flattering on a body that has shifted and changed shape, to accepting the reality that you’re going to be stuck at home most days and that isn’t exactly great incentive to put much effort into getting ready, it can be really tough to find things that work and are reasonable for a mom’s routine. Anyway, it was so nice to get dressed for church and just feel good for a change. Good like a regular human being, the sort who sleeps at night and doesn’t obsess over nap schedules and baby wakeful vs. sleeping hours and bite her nails as she stresses over the cause of the lack of sleep and the potential end date of the lack of sleep and possible courses of action to restore sleep and sleep sleep sleep sleeeeeep.
I was browsing Pinterest Sunday morning and feeling kind of grumpy (there’s a surprise!) about not having the nonexistent Pinterest closet and teensy twiggy Pinterest body and apparently limitless Pinterest budget with which I might attain the aforementioned Pinterest closet and body, and finally I mentally slapped myself and decided to use it to help me figure out what I could do with the things I do have instead of feeling bad about everything I don’t have. This pin looked like something I could maybe come close to, so I gave it a shot.
So between that and a nice dinner with the parentals and a pan of homemade brownies, I’m feeling a little more optimistic about things. Darcy is in bed now as I type this and every finger and toe in the house is crossed that maybe tonight is the night she gets back on track. If not . . . I don’t know, I guess I’ll just whine at you some more about it. Cool?
Cardigan + Tights: Walmart