I have really started to find a rhythm the last couple of days.
We have breakfast, get dressed, brush our teeth & watch "tattoons".
We run our errands. Lunch. Naps. I clean. Do some random house project.
Dinner. Baths. More "tattoons". Hugs & kisses. Bed.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Sounds boring, I know. But it's really making it more enjoyable, this whole having-a-routine thing. Most of the time, I know what's coming next. Naps are becoming consistent & predictable. Bottles are easy. Cleaning always sucks, but that's how it goes.
And every now and then, I stop and really listen to what Emma is telling me, or how Baby D is looking to find me from my voice. His smiles could cheer ANYONE up, I mean...anyone. He has the craziest hair, and I'm so used to it. But when we're out in public, we probably get 5 comments a trip about it. [I imagine I will tell his future wife this story some day.] Emma luvs, luvs, luvs her baby brother. She kneals down to him, and says "hi! hi!" in this tiny, high-pitched voice to get him to smile. She says "He likes it!". She runs, I mean RUNS, to get him his pacifier if she hears him cry. This makes me smile.
So, two weeks from today, I will have worked all day long & done none of this "routine". I.am.not.looking.forward.to.it.
Granted, I only have to work 3 days a week, and only one of those days is long....but it will still be a difficult transition. You can't really call it a routine if you have to change it every 4 days.
As for now, I'm going to go relax with a magazine in bed. [All the while, I will be crossing my fingers that D gives me 6+ hours of sleep tonight.]