My timing is completely off today. Bean was up for 2 hours last night, for the second night in a row. Oddly, I'm still in a decent mood and don't feel tired at all. Which is fortunate, because I scheduled a friend to come over to play with Sister today after school and it would be very sad indeed if I was being bitch-mama-from-Hell again.
Bean slept in til 8:30 this morning to make up for her lost sleep, so I squeezed in some errands after breakfast, knowing she wouldn't nap for awhile. We went to Target to shop for canned goods for a food drive and school supplies for the school social worker's supplies drive. Then over to the fancy gourment mega-mart for one measly $4 can of smoked paprika. Never heard of it? Me neither, til I ran across it in a new cookbook. It's going to make its way into "Smoky Turkey Shepherd's Pie" or something like that tonight. Smoke-flavored dinner with a mashed potato crust ought to be something everyone will be happy about around here. They haven't been totally down with the lamb loin chops and the rosemary-prociutto corn cakes and such lately, God love 'em. Anyhow, I got some laundry done, some lunch eaten, some tidying about the house, blah blah blah. And then I was all ready to go get Sister from school. Except that she doesn't get out for another 2 hours. Strange.
I cut out another of Bean's nursing sessions so that she's down to nursing just 3 times a day now. My boobs are about to explode at the moment, but that's not the only reason I'm kinda sad. I find myself not quite emotionally ready to wean my sweet baby, who so clearly loves to nurse. She just loves to be close to me and I know I'm going to miss that when it's over. Being the primary caretaker does mean that I am the preferred parent, so if I've been complaining a lot about it lately, I should also go on record as saying this gig isn't all bad.