So I've been rolling with my new schedule for just over a week now. It's hard, I must say. The part about missing Jane aside (and really, let's set it aside for now. This is my life now, and let's all just assume that I miss Jane all the time, and I really really do, but if I think about it too much, I'll just be depressed, and that's not how I want to live all the time), it's hard logistically to get out the door every day. I have to make sure I have all of her stuff packed for daycare, my stuff packed for work, my pump (don't even get me started) and of course get myself and Jane ready for the day, usually on not-even-close-enough sleep. Then I drop her off, go to work, have to think and work like an adult, rush to daycare, pick her up, come home, clean her bottles, pack her stuff for the next day, feed her a couple of times, listen to her cry for a couple of hours (lo, how I can't wait for the witching hours phase of her life to be over) and then put her to bed. After that, I collapse in bed myself, exhausted, until I have to get up and feed her in the middle of the night.
I can't wait to see what the time change does to her schedule. Fun!
I really, honestly, truly don't know how people do this with more than one kid. I think it takes a level of organization I'm not capable of.
In other news, my friend Cathy had her baby yesterday, and thus concludes the end of the 2007 pregnancies, among my friends. She had a girl, and I can't wait to see her, although I don't think I'm going to be able to until next week.
Happy weekend, everyone!