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Tired Mornings

You don’t know this yet, but I went back to work part time. I started Monday, and have worked the last three nights. I also have class tonight and I need to find some time to study for it.

 

I am tired. Not because anything is particularly difficult, just from a lack of sleep and relaxation.  I am literally meeting S at the door when he gets home from work so that I can walk out the door to go to work, and the same will be happening tonight for class. He and I will get to catch up on Saturday, sometime.

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Tired mornings need coffee

I know I have mentioned to you a few times about getting up before my kids, and seriously, I need that. I am not an early bird. I am a total night owl. I have found that I am nicer, more relaxed, and better equipped to handle my kids when I get an hour without them in the morning.

 

Each morning that S and I have woken up early, our kids have too.  Actually, I think they are racing us, to see who can get up first. It is making me a crazy person.

 

I understand from their perspective that they are awake, and they have no concept of time, so they are ready to go. To them it is time to be awake and start the day. The problem is that previously we could put them back to bed and they would go back to sleep. Now, once they discover mommy and daddy are no longer in bed, their is no going back to sleep for them.

 

There have been two particularly fun mornings that have come from all of this.

 

One morning while mommy and daddy were downstairs getting ready to face the day, they worked together to empty all the contents of K1’s dresser, in addition to the shelves full of books, animals, and blankets.

 

A second morning mommy and daddy were still in bed trying to sleep. K1 decided to take down the gate so that she and her brother could go downstairs. Once there, they played a little Uno, and used pieces of gum to bet. I’m joking on the betting part. They did get my purse off of the counter and remove every piece of gum from both the pack, and it’s wrapper. After they realized that gum is not actually fun, they tried to smush them back into the gum package. At least they cleaned up, right?

 

I am at a loss right now. I need sleep, AND time to collect myself in the morning.

 

How do you keep your kids in bed until it’s “time” to get up?

On our own

I don’t want to pretend that my life is harder than someone else’s. There are loads of people out there that have things harder than I do. That doesn’t mean that things aren’t a challenge. That something can’t be hard, or harder than normal.

Daddy is gone. For almost a week.

This is a first.

So single mama of two kiddos and two dogs (yes we are puppy sitting at the same time too) I shall be.

Someone apparently told my son that daddy would not be around and to act up.

No? They didn’t?

I am pretty confident he is teething. Poor kid has two teeth fully in. Two more teeth that are working their way out of his gums, skin broke days ago. Now I’m pretty sure that there are three more, trying to race for their arrival.

What does that mean?

I get happy baby by day, psycho, crying like I’m getting stabbed baby by night. Well, to be fair, he is, getting stabbed that is. I know, it hurts, I understand. However, when you are the only parent, or person, that is available to deal with two kiddos, you need sleep. (and patience)

Last night poor little guy was up crying three times. The inconsolable type. The, I’m still going to cry while you hold me even though there is no where better in the world, cry. If I could sleep sitting up holding him, we would both have gotten rest last night. I was great with all of it until 4AM, then my patience started evaporating. What would have normally taken 20 minutes tops, took over an hour.

To make things even more fun, my daughter broke into my room at 6:30. She said she wanted to sleep in bed with me, so I helped her up. Our bed is against a wall that has a window. I was afraid that she would find a way to fall out the window and I couldn’t fall back asleep. She also woke up her brother. By 7:30 everyone was up and at em.

Tonight is kinda looking grim …. it took an hour to get DS to bed. That is not including bath time or story time.

Fingers crossed I get some sleep.

Gwen

Really?

 

Morning!

Let’s talk about why I only got 4 hours of sleep last night. I am still tired. I am also confused.

This beautiful lady is Scarlet. She is my first child. She is a Springer Spaniel. She also happens to share her birthday with my son. This year she will be 6 in human years. The vet recently told me she is now what they call middle aged. Sad face. You mean she is really not going to live forever like I told her to do so many years ago?

First let me just say, she is great. I love how when people meet her for the first time they often think she is a puppy. I just laugh, and tell them to wait 20 minutes, she calms right down. She is a lover. Her goal in life is to find a warm lap, with an arm that will touch her (petting is not even required), and stay there as long as possible.
Squirrels make her crazy. I think they used to torture her in my last apartment in NC. We had a huge living room window which would look out into woods. Squirrels would come right up to the window, even with this dog barking and going crazy inside. Scarlet was in the squirrel zoo. I used to imagine squirrels looking at her the way we look at monkeys in the zoo. Maybe not, but …

Child #1, Scarlet is child #2’s (DD) best friend. I can’t tell you how many pictures there are like this in my phone. DD is/was always laying with Scarlet. Just after Scarlet got over her fear of fur being pulled by this little thing that just learned to crawl, they became friends.
Now that you know how close they are, you can begin to understand why I am sleepily hoping for coffee to magically appear in a cup mixed to the perfect blend of light and sweet, just for me.

Yesterday I went to a friends house to get away for a few hours. It was a really nice time. Lots and lots of talking about more than just kids, and blocks, and Signing Time. Great time for a mama of two.

That being said, I did not feed my DS for about five hours. That meant that I came home to feed him, then I needed to pump. (Ugh) While I was sitting on the living room floor pumping, my wondrous doggy decided that she wanted some love. I went along with her wants. I was petting her chest with my arm wrapped around her when my fingers found something in her fur.

This is not uncommon for any pet owner. Especially when you have a long haired dog. Dirt gets caught in her fur, I mean everything. The first thing I pulled off of her chest was white. Pasta maybe? DD and S did have spaghetti for dinner. The second thing I pulled off of her had a leg.

Yup, it was a tick. I flipped.

I haven’t pulled a tick off of her since before I left NC.(4 years ago) It was also larger than the deer ticks that I am used to. It was in an odd spot, on her chest/neck area. Deer ticks usually like places like her arm pits.

By “flipped”, I mean, I threw it. Yup. Flicked it with my fingers as soon as I saw what it was.

My next immediate reaction was to tell S that I was an idiot. That I pulled a tick off of our dog and threw it somewhere on the carpeted floor in the living room, and that I can already not see it.

He didn’t get it.

He did not think that I really pulled a tick off of the dog. Therefore he did not understand my distress.

We have two small children. One who is learning to crawl. A tick burrowed into the carpet waiting for something to hitch a ride on is not exactly a great environment for a crawling baby.

I spent the next hour scouring every tuft of anything on our BROWN carpet. Nothing. Checked all over my CHARCOAL couch. Nothing. After what was at least an hour, S checked the dog and saw the spot where the tick was attached. Blood and all. At least now he believed that I found a tick

Now he moved on to, “We’re never going to find it”. He thinks that they are fast.

Really?  Have you never encountered a tick before? “No” …… sigh.

At this point I moved on to the idea that Scarlet recollected the tick. She’s so sweet. After a couple deep breaths I convinced myself that I will not flip out when I find the tick. Because I will find it, in her fur, and have to pull it out. Scouring the first half of her body went by uneventful. The back paw was not quite as fun free.

I saw it. That brown ugly thing. I was squeamish. I didn’t grab it. S didn’t see it. Remember he was skeptic? He now doesn’t believe that I saw the tick. Really? Are you kidding me? You didn’t believe there even was one, and there was. Why would I dream this up? Not sure, but that is what he thought. He kept asking me, “Are you sure you saw it?”. He even went back to looking in the carpet a few times.

I finally gave up hope. Vacuumed the floor and decided to give the dog a bath. S got in bed.

How could I just give up? They lay eggs, and stuff. DS and DD are on the floor A LOT.

I asked him to watch the water as I bathe the dog. It is shedding season and clumps of fur were going to come out. When I got started he saw why I asked him to watch the draining water. He even suggested checking the fur clumps as some of them were large. Washing her only resulted in a clean dog. No tick sightings, or feelings. So we dried her off and climbed into bed at 3:30AM. I laid there for at least an hour awake. Searching online, tossing and turning, listening to Scarlet chew and scratch ….. angry, frustrated, and concerned that I didn’t find the tick.

So tell me how I woke up to this, in the open toilet in the bathroom? How did I not see it before going to bed? S said that it must have landed there when Scarlet shook after the shower. 
Really? REALLY?! Really, really?
How was this the first thing that I saw when I walked into the bathroom, yet I didn’t see it when I was going to bed? How did it fly off of her when my fingers couldn’t find it? How did it land in the toilet? Did it fall there from somewhere else?
I actually asked S if he found it and put it there ….. silly girl. He didn’t think it exhisted.
What did he say to me when I showed it to him? “Well at least I know you weren’t crazy”?
Really?
So now I wonder, are there more? …. ugh.
Have you ever had a similar situation? What happened, or what did you do?
I just wanted to say that while proof reading this post S came in with Starbucks for two. Love that man.
Gwen

Why do they do that?

So I’m thinking my kids are intuitive.

I mean ever since I can remember my DD will wake up if I get up. I remember trying to get in more knitting time by waking up earlier to get all those holiday projects done. With out fail she woke up too. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t collect her every time, but several of them. I decide baised on her mood. Happy playing with books or animals, why ruin a good thing?

I try to have a definite wake up time. Meaning I will get her by 8 every day.

Knowing all of this why then, am I suprised when she decides to wake up crying when I try to get up early?

Duh? I was going to fold clothes and try to finish unknitting. I have been trying to find time to rip back the sleeve on my cardigan for 3 days now.

At night when I would normally do such things DS has decided to be up and needy. He wants to eat or be held until between 10:30-11:30. Which means I won’t have this cardi done by Friday as I had hoped.

Insert sad face here

I must give off some sort of excited vibe or something that makes them restless.

How do I not do that? Anyone else have this problem? What did you do?

Gwen

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