The other day I crawled home from work, exhausted with a bad cold. We made it through a dinner of frozen lasagne (which only required me to get off the sofa twice). After dinner Hubby and I vetoed giving the kids baths, and instead threw on a couple emergency Disney movies because 4:30 p.m. is far too early to put anyone to bed, parents excepted.
At 5:00 pm I looked at the clock longingly, thinking if only I could make it to 6:00 pm, then – thank God – I can put the kids to bed.
I sat through Little Miss Adorable’s movie choice of Cinderella sleeping with my eyes open, completely unfazed by the screeching of singing mice. A dream is a wish, your heart makes…
Hubby put the grumpy Baby Dunk to bed during the movie while I hung out with the two big kids waiting for Cinderella to live happily ever after so I could finally put the kids to bed and live happily ever after myself.
Soon, I got my wish. Cinderella over, kids tucked in bed and falling asleep themselves, I staggered to my own bed. Hubby and Baby Dunk are already asleep in the bed. I tiptoed in and set the alarm.
Who would have thought the tiny buttons on top of an alarm clock could make so much noise? No, I didn’t set off the alarm. The buttons made a tiny click, barely audible to the human ear. The alarm clock is across the room from the bed, a deliberate plan to encourage me to drag my tired butt out of bed in the morning. The click should be impossible to hear from across the room.
Nope. Baby Dunk heard it. He woke up, screaming.
Hubby, the master of getting Baby Dunk to fall asleep, shooed me out of the room.
I thought maybe I can write a quick post for my blog while Baby Dunk falls asleep. I checked my blog to see what’s posted (I lose track of these things, you know.)
And there it is – a whole post already talking about sleep. And my lack of it. And the really sad part is, I have a whole bunch of posts about not sleeping. I think it’s due to something called Parenthood. But I’m to tired to remember. You can check them out here.
And while you’re at it, can you please give me some advice on sleeping in the same dwelling as young kids?
The Sleep Series:
I think it’s telling that I have an entire blog category devoted to sleep. Sleep. The final frontier. These are the voyages of the chronically sleep deprived. Any parent will tell you that once you have kids, you won’t sleep … Continue reading →
Shhh…. the baby’s sleeping 1/a x 1/b x 1/c = 1 /abc The odds of independently occurring events co-occurring decrease as the number of potential events increase. Math tip – multiply the bottom numbers straight across and multiply the top … Continue reading →
With apologies to Eric Carl and his Very Hungry Caterpillar: One night the very tired mommy: fell asleep on the sofa for 1 hour, (and she was still tired) slept in a bed for 2 hours (before the baby woke … Continue reading →
Yesterday was a very long day at work for me. I spent 12 hours away from home and was ecstatic that Hubby had frozen fish sticks (cooked), rice and frozen vegetables (also cooked) ready when I came home. They may … Continue reading →
I am pretty sure that picture originally came from a midwives’ group. Let me know if you know where it came from so I can give credit where credit is due. To Sleep, perchance to dream… These are the sleep-deprived … Continue reading →
This morning, 9:00 AM, text message to Hubby:
Txt msg: Mr. Sensitive is SOOO going to summer camp! Or being put up for adoption! ARGH!!!