...Her timing is quite unusual." Train wrote those lyrics about Virginia, but that line sounds a lot like Raquel these days.
I feel like my day starts at 9 o'clock at night and there's no real "night" for me. Around 9, my son goes down for the night. Once he's out, I take a good, longer than necessary shower. Then, if Billy hasn't cooked, I'll make a quick dinner, which is usually something like a breakfast--the favorite this week was an okra, onion and egg omelet with smashed potatoes. Then I'll clean the kitchen while the coffee pot is brewing. When the kitchen's done or the coffee is ready, whichever comes first, I have a seat on the sofa next to Billy and log on to the Internet to catch up on emails, blogs, celeb gossip and political happenings while I have my coffee. Then if I'm not in the mood to read, I watch old episodes of my favorite shows on the network websites. I watch online because Billy's usually watching the playoffs or nothing interesting is on tv at that time of night. These days I'm re-watching Lipstick Jungle on abc.com. It's like Sex and the City except better. Then around midnight we lock the house down, settle the dogs in and then settle ourselves in. The boy usually wakes up around 2:30 am to eat so from midnight to about that time, while Billy's asleep, I'm lying in bed resting and listening to talk radio over Billy's sleep-breathing and the low hum of the baby monitor waiting for my son's call. On a good night, I'll fall asleep and he won't call until much later if at all like this morning when I had to wake him up at 7 am only because my boobs were about to pop.Then it's me and my boy, playing nursing and napping until my day starts again around 9 at night. Almost three and a half months into this motherhood thing and I think I'm starting to feel like I'm catching a rhythm.
It's 10:55 pm now. The Laker game just ended and I'm finishing my coffee and this post.
Goodnight and Good morning.