Spectacular Failure
This weekend was supposed to house the night that I was to have completely free of the screamy baby.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
Both Dave and Alexander came down with the cold that had taken up residence in my sinuses and because my resistance is way, way down due mainly to my complete lack of sleep, is still holding tightly onto me. So, Saturday night I headed to bed nice and geriatrically early (for me: 9:30), Nyquil firmly on board. 10:00, 11:00, 12:00, 1:00 the sweet baby awoke for no apparent reason other than the boogies in his nose were driving him crazy, and that he wanted to make me wish that I were dead.
In order to inflict exquisite torture upon him because I am a Mean Person, I decided to pull out the Booger Sucker and do some work each time. But by 1am, I had HAD it with him and deposited him none to sweetly with his father, whose nose full of loud boogies had earned him banishment to the downstairs couch.
Back to bed I happily treked (actually full of guilt, but hey), only to be awoken by my husband 30 minutes later who waltzed in to get the Booger Sucker. Then, 20 minutes after that, back in they trekked, Alex now visably hysterical. Maternal Guilt took over, and I pulled Alex into bed with me. Where he stayed until several hours later at 7:30am.
Which effectively meant that I started out Sunday morning worse off than I’d previously been.
*Sigh.*
Becky!!! You MUST leave the house and sleep elsewhere for the theory of an uninterrupted night of sleep.
I have requested the guestrooms of two nearby friends as my personal hotels. I’m happy to give you a night (or five) in my guestroom, but alas, it comes with a baby in the next room and a screaming pre-schooler across the hall. But that might still be better. Let me know if you want to try out someone else’s screaming kids in the night…
I had mistakenly believed that my night of sleep was as important to everybody else in the house as it was to me.
Oh, how wrong was I?
And yeah, I’d happily take the night in the guestroom because even if I awoke to the children, I could go back to sleep KNOWING that I DIDN’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT FOR ONCE!
You’re welcome to as many nights at Hotel Wray as you’d like. We have two pesky cats, and a whiny puppy, but I think they can hardly compete with a screaming baby. Just say the word. The door’s always open…
I think I may be staying the night, P-Funk! I can ignore puppies and kitties!
You owe me a visit…you could stay with me too! Or my abandoned townhouse that WON’T SELL.
BTW – you should read this chick
http://boobsinjuriesanddrpepper.blogspot.com/
I’m coming out, bitches. And you can’t stop me.
(what’s your address?)
(kidding)
(sort of).