The week has been a rough one for me. Not only am I exhausted (still sleep training, and now weaning from breast milk), I've just had one of those weeks where coffee just doesn't do it for me.
It started off with quite a large surprise on Monday morning, dropping my kid off at school with none other than a moose. Let's just say I didn't need coffee for what happened there.
As I was pulling up to his school parking in our usual spot, I didn't even notice that there was a moose standing next to the tree where I park. I hadn't had my coffee yet and was exhausted from yet another few hours sleep broken up, but I should have been more alert to a giant moose! Luckily it was a female, so no large antlers, but still.
I was proceeding to get my oldest out of his booster seat, and as I closed his door I saw this big movement out of the corner of my eye, made a gasp and booked it to the other side of the car.
As I could see through the windows, it had seen me already when I closed the door and was starting to move, so I made a fast run for it with my son to the school doors just a few feet away. Out of breath and terrified I got him inside, while the moose had already gone somewhere else, but man what a wake up that was! My son luckily thought the whole thing was amusing and wasn't scared like I was. From now on I always look and make sure no moose are there or anywhere near me now. That's not usually something you'd think of looking for but hey, good to be prepared.
Next, it's just been the everyday grind of trying to get through my day. It's been just so busy packing up our home with three wild boys running around. There's only a small window to get substantial things done like that. I may just have to leave it to weekends when my husband and I are both home to work at it for a longer stretch of time.
Let's just say this week has been tiring. I think the exhaustion of the past year has just gotten to me. That, and the lack of sleep I've had this go around with our last boy. I adore him, but it's time to move on from breastfeeding. I think I just like to hold onto all these moments, as they are the last, seeing as it's our last child, but I think the almost 14 months I've been at it is good enough!
Luckily he's loving cow's milk, so it's been a pretty good transition, but there are definitely more bumps in the road this time around, like waking in the night for a comfort feed still and preferring that method of getting his milk in. These next few days will continue to be exhausting, but I'm prepared to move on to the next phase, with hopefully some more sleep in the forecast!
