I am absolutely thrilled to report that last night, I did not wake up from acid reflux one single time. The fancy new drug from my midwife is getting a first-day thumbs-up from me.

Exhaustion may have been a factor. Noah is not the only one struggling with the transition to the new day care schedule. We’re leaving earlier in the morning AND getting home later at night.

The getting home later at night part is rough.

You see, the night goes badly if Noah isn’t eating dinner no later than 6:15 pm. Preferably closer to 6.

But we’re now getting home between 5:50 - 6:15 pm. And I am the dinner cooking mommy.

Last night, I started working on some dinner hacks to speed things up, like cooking ground meat for quesadillas/tacos/hamburger helper/spaghetti sauce in advance, and doing at least one crock pot meal per week. And Jill is going to take over 1 meal per week.

The problem has also been made worse by the fact that our pantry is still depleted from the massive cleanout and dump post wee buggy infestation. I asked Jill to put on water for spaghetti last night and discovered that there was no we barely had enough noodles of any description for all of us to have dinner. More storage containers must be acquired.

I also had a meltdown after Noah went to sleep. It was my version of Noah crawling into my lap and refusing to move for half an hour at day care on Tuesday morning.

Then I fell asleep during an NCIS on demand, and went to bed during the first five minutes of Top Chef.

I feel better now.