is today really Wednesday? because it’s treating me like a Monday, and I’m not appreciating it…I could have used a “re-do” this morning, that’s for sure…
Goose has been sleeping like crap the last several days. I was pumped to get a full night’s sleep two nights in row this weekend, and thought maybe we’d finally finished with the constant waking/dreaming thing, apparently I thought wrong. I got her in bed at 8:30 last night, but she didn’t zonk out until 9:30pm – after much bouncing/giggling/whining/screwing around/crying (from her) and threatening to leave, exasperation, frustration, crankiness (from me) and it was the PERFECT time for me to go up to my OWN bed, with my SUPER comfy pregnancy pillow, and my OWN blankets, and Hubs’ snoring, except I never made it off her trundle bed, until just after 1am when I was woken up by heartburn (thank you BBQ chicken – delicious as you were, I think we’ll not be meeting again soon)…
Just as I was finishing a small glass of milk before heading upstairs to climb in bed, she started the dreaming/talking/crying in her sleep at 1:30am. I went in and got her semi-awake and cuddled her for a bit, then managed to get her in bed & headed up to my own… she only cried out again once after I was upstairs, but didn’t wake, and I stayed put.
Then she was awake crying that she needed to blow her nose at 5am, which worked out I guess, as Duckie was squishing my bladder anyway ; ) I finally got her back down at 5:30 and zonked back out on the trundle… again. Hubs checked to be sure I was awake before leaving for work at 6:30 – which I kinda was, except then I hit “snooze” on the alarm on my phone… twice.
It took serious effort to drag us both out of bed late at 6:50am, and between us both being tired & cranky and her not really having time to “wake up” she had a few mini-meltdowns & I was short with her a few times… she wanted Papa, who was of course already at work and my patience had practically deserted me… At 7:20am when we should have been walking out the door I was still only half dressed, hadn’t touched my hair or fed the dog, and Goose was melting down about not being able to find a certain pair of shoes. It was NOT a pretty morning in our house, that’s for sure. We finally got on the road to daycare 20 minutes late, and I apologized for being cranky on the way there. She must have forgiven me, as she asked to hold my hand, and she gave me some good snuggles before I left her at daycare, but DAMN, what a morning.
Of course I was then also 20 minutes late for work, and wondering the whole way “what if I already had a baby to get ready too? how the hell am I going to mange TWO??” and feeling a bit inept. I’m making a plan though. We’re going to pick out our clothes TONIGHT for tomorrow, we’re going to get Goose dressed & have her eating her bagel or “yucky charms” or yogurt or whatever BEFORE turning on Little Einsteins or Dora, etc. – which she can then watch while I’m getting myself ready. Oh, I should also pack my lunch tonight… because this morning I didn’t have time, so I’m spending money I should be saving instead today for lunch. I’m also going to get my ass out of bed on time. God willing. I hope & pray so anyway.
Because today?? just did NOT work.