He just wants to stand on land.
I'm aware that I'm posting less than usual. It's primarily work related. The whole needing money thing is a real pain in the butt sometimes, and frankly, my temperament is just more suited to hedonism. Sigh.
Sleep deprivation is a funny thing. Not funny ha ha, of course. Funny in a way that's absurd and lame. Working night shift with a baby presents its own set of problems, even with a baby daddy who is awesome at the caregiving thing. When I went back to work I signed myself up for a two month schedule that is essentially one night on, one night off, forgetting how much of a zombie I tend to be during the day after a night at work. This didn't used to be a problem back when life primarily consisted of lying around with my laptop and hanging out with my friends. But now I have someone small and cute to interact with during the day and I hate being a zombie with him. (The other day, for instance, I was trying to feed to feed him but I kept nodding off, the bottle consequently falling out of my hand.) It's hard to sleep during the day because I don't want to miss anything, but sometimes I go so long without sleep that I get a little wound up, and then it's hard to sleep at night also. To break the cycle I need something like seven uninterrupted hours. So, the cure for insomnia : sleep. See first three sentences of paragraph.
I'm cutting down a shift a week this summer and will group my shifts together, which essentially means Jeff will be a single parent for a few days a week, something I'd hoped to avoid. Jeff, of course, is without complaint as usual.
In a completely unrelated note: Happy Birthday Sawyer!!!