This morning I didn’t hear from Miss T at all until 4:11, and initially I was so proud of her for sleeping almost all the way through the night!  And then I went to put her bottle in the fridge and saw the leftovers of another bottle so I was able to surmise that N had dealt with her previously.  Damn. 

When I made it back to bed, I noticed that N was sitting up.  He appeared awake, so I asked him what time he had fed her.  Eleven o’clock, he mumbled, then at 4:00 because of the building.  He wears a CPAP mask at night so I thought maybe I hadn’t understood him correctly.  After all, it was only 4:30ish at the time and I had just gotten up.  He certainly hadn’t been up with her half an hour before.  I asked him to repeat himself and he got frustrated.  Four o’clock!  This is a building, isn’t it?!  I said it’s because of the building!  HA HA HA!  He doesn’t talk in his sleep terribly often, but when he does it is worth the wait.

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So, we have no grand plans for July 4.  Or if I’m being honest, we really have no plans at all.  People at work are all talking about how they are going to New Orleans, or Washington, D.C., or they are going to ride 4-wheelers in the country or whatever.  And we are doing absolutely nothing.  No plans to visit family, no plans for a picnic or barbeque or anything.  We haven’t really done much of anything this summer.  On the one hand, I’m fine with that because Miss T is way too young to enjoy a family vacation so it hardly seems worth the hassle and expense.  On the other hand, I’m jealous!

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Today was the last day of AE’s swimming lessons.  Since they have been at 8:00 every morning and N’s work schedule is more flexible than mine today was the only day I went.  I feel horrible even thinking this but I really shouldn’t have bothered.  They were having a “fun day” which meant the teachers were letting the kids play on the giant lilypads in the big pool and go down the water slide.  Except my son is VERY TIMID about trying anything different, so basically for him this amounted to sitting on the edge of the pool or being carried through the water by his instructor.   I feel like a really terrible mother for admitting that his timidity seriously frustrates me.  In no way can I be categorized as timid, or shy, or unassertive.  Yet my son is all of those things and I simply cannot relate.  It takes him forever to warm up to a new activity.  This poses a problem in situations like swimming lessons where it only lasts two weeks.  By the time he’s okay and comfortable in the new routine it is over!  I keep telling myself he’ll grow out of it or maybe I’ll get used to it but either way eventually it won’t bother me as much.  I hope that’s true because I hate the feeling of being embarrassed by my own child for being such a big scaredy-cat.  See?  BAD MOM.