Eminem, meet your match.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
The perfect nighttime story: The punks went to bed without fussing, fell right asleep and stayed there the entire night. I managed to sleep through the night, woke up feeling refreshed and made it to the Y for Body Design.
But alas, that only happens to other people. I’ve done pissed off the universe so it seems I will never sleep all night long again.
We kicked off our perfect night with a whammy (someone, who shall remain nameless, peed the bed). Ryder was out of his bed and in my room twice last night. He didn’t need anything, apparently he just wanted to touch base and make sure I was sleeping soundly. Cortland fell out of his new bed once and slept on the floor for about an hour. He was not please when he woke up so Zach was quick to get him back in his bed and sleeping. He then proceeded to climb in bed with me once, come back down for one welfare check and finished with the grand finally where he stood at the top of the stairs screaming and crying, as loud as he could muster at 4am.
It was indeed a glorious night of rest.
This explains why the to-do list doesn’t shrink nearly as quickly as I’d like it to.
And why I tend to drink coffee all. day. long.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
There are approximately 547 items on my to-do list and really all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep for about 36 hours. You know, to make up for all of the lost hours over the last two weeks. The lost hours of sleep don’t even have anything to do with Vegas, which is a cryin’ shame. No, I can blame the lack of sleep on my hell raiser, Cortland, who has decided to get up every single night at 3am, crawl out of his crib, come to my room and wake me up and then, want to stay awake until 5am.
Is this some kind of joke? How was he not CC’d on the memo that this girl needs sleep?
Yesterday, in a desperate attempt to get Cort to sleep through the night I didn’t put him down for a nap. At 7:30 I was prepared for what has become our two hour bedtime battle. Instead, he laid down and went to sleep. And slept until 9 this morning. It was glorious after I figured out what in the hell was going on when I opened my eyes.
Today, I changed his crib into a toddler bed and prayed that he would actually go to sleep tonight. I prepared for the worst.
Other than getting off his bed a couple of times he went right to sleep.
This is the true definition of winning.