Last night was not great. PJ went to bed fine, but Max stayed up till almost 10:00, and then still woke up by 1:00am to nurse, and nursed again at about 2:45 and 4:30; PJ woke up during the 2:45 session and spent the rest of the night in my bed, including waking me up at about 6:00 to insist she needed another bandaid on her thumb because it really hurt. So I'm feeling pretty seriously tired this morning, and as a result, our morning was quite contentious too.
But then I stopped for a peppermint mocha with an extra shot of espresso, and then there were actual snow flurries outside of Starbucks, and Paul is on his way home, so things are looking up! Tonight we'll make a grocery list for our Thanksgiving and Friendsgiving responsibilities, and that will be fun, and tonight I may even have time to fold some more laundry while listening to podcasts. I finally found my nice headphones hiding in my pumping bag, but my fitbit wasn't with them, so that's still missing. Oh well.
Here ends the first edition of the single parenting log. I feel good at least knowing I can do it! I hope to keep done of the "just get it done" mentality going over the holiday weekend so maybe I can come out the other side with a meaningfully tidier house. My main targets are the donation pile in the dining room and my craft mountain of mess in the corner of the living room!