We're back from China. I think.
This seems to be my house and not a hotel room. Sparkle is doing well. You can follow all the happy, fun parts here.
If we could just get Sparkle on Texas time, I'd be feeling pretty good. As it is, she treats the night time like 2 naps with the potential for play in between. Last night kinda sucked. I think it was payback for telling friends yesterday "last night wasn't too bad". Not too bad, huh? I can fix that!
I certainly didn't go into this thinking it'd be all wine and roses. I'm a little surprised that things that feel a little like "post partum depression" are springing up without the "post partum" part. I know in my brain that it is lack of sleep. Dear, sweet sleep.
I guess it's a combination of jet lag and a baby who wants to play at 3am. I know that we'll get there. I know that these things do pass and that when you're in the middle of them it seems like they won't. Then a few weeks later you look back and remember how you thought it'd never pass.
Right now, I'm in survival mode. But only just. I really need to do some laundry. I really need to buy toilet paper and the cheese crackers that Twinkle likes. I think she's tired of hearing "we're out, honey". She's been quite a trooper. Earlier in the week when Sparkle took her afternoon nap and Mr. Swizzle and I napped as well, Twinkle sat downstairs watching Nickelodeon alone. She only complained a little. I can't figure out if she's being ignored or getting away with more than usual, or both.
Twinkle does play well with her sister, and has only desperately needed to sit in my lap while her sister was there a couple of times. I know she'll eventually get tired of Sparkle taking so much of my time, but I'm not going to worry about that until it happens.
Like I said...survival mode.