Elanor was on a schedule. I knew when her naps were, knew when it was safe to plan stuff, and knew when I’d need to go home for bedtime.
The kid must have figured out that I was getting complacent because she’s messing with all of that now. I have no idea from day to day when it will be okay to go out or meet up with people. I don’t know if it will be a one nap or two day. I don’t know when she’ll want to eat. I don’t know when I’ll get a chance to eat.
In short, I feel as clueless as I did when I first brought her home.
The joys of parenting….