I'm Exhausted

Trying to get Anya into a naptime routine is proving even more exhausting that her bedtime routine was. Or maybe I've just already forgotten how bad that was. I have a feeling that's what it really is. Kind of like how the pain of childbirth has already faded to a dull dreamlike memory. Another one of those tricks that Mother Nature pulls to ensure you have more than one child, I suppose. Unfortunately for Mother Nature, I'm not out of the woods yet with Anya. She put up a serious fight about going down for her nap today because I tried to put her in her crib instead of the baby swing. I'd really like for her to take her naps in her crib in her room so that I don't have to tiptoe around her for those three or four hours, and knowing she'll outgrow the swing one day I really don't want her to get too used to always napping in it. So I ended up putting the baby swing in her room where she finally took her nap, although later than usual. I guess we'll just have to take baby steps to napping in her crib without a fuss. But we'll get there. If I could get her into the awesome night routine she's in, I can do this. It's just a matter of time and patience. It's the patience I'm worried about.

School isn't as difficult as it is time consuming at the moment. The worst thing is needing to read the text books which requires a pretty substantial amount of time when I have to read a 30 page chapter in each book for my five courses every week. And then do the assignments, quizzes etc. Especially when my only real chunk of time to concentrate is that nap Anya kept refusing to take today. And tomorrow Ryan has duty for 24 hours which means he has to be on watch from 7AM until 7AM Wednesday morning at which point he has report straight to work for the day and will not be home until the usual time that evening. To make matters worse, Ryan isn't going to be able to fix his car until this weekend because it actually turned out to be a slightly more involved problem that took longer to figure out than we had thought it would this past weekend. So he has my car. Which means I'm stuck here the entire time he's at work. And although I never really go anywhere anyway, it's really aggravating to feel limited that way when I'm already at the end of my rope with frustration.

I'm just kind of fed up with life in general today so don't mind my pessimistic ranting. I just have a lot going on and not a lot of time to deal with it, especially when things don't run smoothly as with Anya's refusal to take her nap which cut into my homework time and made me stressed out about the possibility of getting behind. And then knowing that I'm on my own with Anya until Wednesday without a car to get away from the apartment for a while with. Stuck. With a fussy, naptime refusing baby and a never-ending supply of homework and housework. I dare someone to tell me being a stay-at-home mom isn't a full time job. Especially with school added into the mix. I would kick that someone in the face. Twice. But that's about as many times as I'd have the energy for after wrestling Anya into her nap.