Because I am exhausted. I am so tired each night that I actually dream, and this morning, for the first time in at least 2 years, I did not notice when my husband got up and left for work. I awoke at 6:04am and looked at the clock in panic, thinking, "OMG I HAVE TO SHOWER BEFORE THE BUG WAKES UP! OTHERWISE THE DAY IS LOST!!"
I'm feeling extra tired for a few reasons.
First of all, the Bug has started to crawl in earnest. Its still mostly the "arm-y crawl" where he drags himself around by his arms, which we think is much easier here given that we have hardwood floors and he can slide around pretty quick. He is getting his belly up once in a while, but it seems so much easier to give a good pull and slide along on his tiny Buddha belly. I spend a lot more time vacuuming now, and peering over to see if that's a dust bunny in his mouth, or what other gross thing he has found under the couch.
Secondly, he's starting to give up his 3rd nap. This means that around 4:30p or so, he throws off his good baby Clark Kent glasses, grows a cape and boots and becomes SUPERCRANK. Supercrank's amazing powers include the inability to go sleep, the loss of ability to amuse oneself, and the insistence that one be carried in several different positions while struggling, kicking and smacking mom's head with the flat of his hand while she lovingly coos, "Gentle, Caleb, gentle...". I LOVE SUPERCRANK!
The bonus of the arrival of Supercrank is that Supercrank crashes by 7pm, head lolling back, arms akimbo, and all is quiet. This is especially important because....
I have gone back to work. Sort of.
Its still been super-slow production wise in LA, so my plan of going back to work in January was thwarted by the fact that there really hasn't been any work. My boss had a couple of reshoots come up, and was willing to let me work from home, so I jumped at the chance to break out my awesome office and phone skills and put some hours into my pension and medical coverage plans. Unfortunately, the cabana that we set up as my office is freezing in the winter, and was set up as an office for me... not really for me and crawling Supercrank. So instead, I took over the dining table (yes, that's a second printer, sitting on a dining chair).
Wil has been very patient about the fact that we now eat on the couch with the ottoman serving as a soft table surface, and we no longer eat meals that require a knife and a fork. Oh, and we usually eat those meals at 9pm. His patience is due to the fact that he's a loving and understanding husband, and he's been putting in 70 hour work weeks, so he is also usually too tired to eat, much less complain about anything.
My projects will keep me busy through March, and my boss has been kind enough to let me work, even though we will be gone for a week on family trip to Hong Kong. From the last three weeks I have put in, I have learned the following:
- Its REALLY REALLY REALLY nice to make a paycheck.
- You can only get the baby in and out of the car seat X number of times per day. Planning must be strategic.
- I can get an awful lot done between the hours of 8pm and midnight.
- I do like and miss my job. Somewhat.
- I am not quite ready to go back to full-time work.
- You can't have it all, but being really really close is really really fulfilling... not to mention stressful and tiring!