Tuesday night while I got a good amount of sleep, the quality lacked. Last night was even worse, and the quantity wasn't even there. Abby woke up in the middle of the night and wanted out, so I got up with her. Of course then I couldn't fall back to sleep. I am grateful that I am not working today.
Looking ahead though, I kind of want to cry. Saturday morning Robert has to be leaving the house no later than 7:30, which means I have to be up no later than 7. Sunday is my turn to be the extra adult volunteer at Sunday School so I have to be there early...another 7:30 wake up time. I know for some people that is sleeping in and it is for us as well, but part of the way I can function with a 5AM wake up time during the week is getting lots of extra sleep on the weekends...and it doesn't happen by getting up with a "7" on the clock. Next weekend is a four day weekend which should mean extra sleep...right? Nope. Catherine needs to be picked up from a school lock-in at 7AM that Friday which will mean getting up shortly after 6. Saturday is one final day of swim, and I expect that we will have to be up no later than 7. Andrew will be teaching Sunday School that Sunday, but I will get to sleep in until almost 8 unless something else comes up. That Monday Robert has a Navy commitment that will involve leaving the house no later than 5:30AM. Andrew is certainly willing to handle some of these responsibility, but I wake up when anyone else in the house is moving. Andrew can sleep through things, so it often makes more sense to let him sleep and I'll handle it since I'll be up anyway. The only reason it makes me want to cry right now is that I'm already exhausted, and I just don't know how I can catch up on the sleep, and work, and get things done around the house. We'll get through though, and Andrew and I make a great team to get it done.
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