Monday, August 18, 2008

Hush Little Babies

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever sleep again.  It's been at least nine months since I've slept through an entire night.  When I was preggers, I couldn't sleep unless I took Tylenol PM.  And now with Fussy Pants, I'm up about twice a night.  One of our good friends is an anchor for ABC's World News Now which is on from 3a.m. - 5a.m.  It's fun to watch him.  However, it's not that fun.  I would certainly pass it up for a good night's sleep.  Piper and Brooks have now decided the middle of the night is a wonderful opportunity to spend some quality time with me as well.  Last night it was Brooks.  At 2:00a.m.  He climbed out of his crib and was walking around yelling (yes, yelling at 2:00a.m.), "I WANT MILK!"  When I refused to give it to him (I could not give into that insane-o behavior even if he is only two), he flipped out.  Massively.  He already had a sippy cup full of water.  I was not giving him milk.  Especially not when he's yelling at 2:00 in the morning.  Thankfully Craig stepped in.  Otherwise I may be in a looney bin right now.  Two nights ago Piper came tip-toeing into our room around 4:00a.m.  Her stomach hurt.  That was legitimate.  I can't fault her for that one.  She laid down with me and kept squirming around.  I asked her if she wanted to go back to her bed.  'Will you lay with me mommy?'  I so badly wanted to say no.  I should've said no.  It would've protected my sanity to some small degree but she was sick.  And I felt bad.  'Ok.'  I told her.  She proceeded to do donkey kicks across my legs until about 6:00a.m.  That's when I had to leave her room because Presley started crying again.  I've been praying that Presley would sleep through the night but apparently I need to start expanding those prayers to include Piper and Brooks.  So here goes, 'Please God, will you pleeease let every single living creature big and small, black (we have a black dog) and white sleep through the night tonight?!  Did I mention, please?'  Gotta run, starting to nod off.  V tired.  Did you hear me God...

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