…all you would hear is a great hissing sound followed by a colossal bang. The sound of my head exploding.
Instead, I will leave you with a photo I took before I had kids.
Doesn’t that look calm and lovely? That’s how they sucker you in.
…all you would hear is a great hissing sound followed by a colossal bang. The sound of my head exploding.
Instead, I will leave you with a photo I took before I had kids.
Doesn’t that look calm and lovely? That’s how they sucker you in.
Whoa, this morning getting my teeth cleaned (hate!) I almost fell asleep. I think that’s the definition of tired.
Last night at 10 as I was falling asleep, I congratulated myself on getting to bed at a reasonable hour.
Then:
11pm: Fucking cat woke me up yowling about something or other.
Midnight: Craig came to bed after watching US Open tennis and woke me up complaining about cat pee on the floor.
2am: Chip woke me up to untangle his blanket (I think. He’s two, so sometimes I think he’s just messing with me.)
4am: Robbie woke up screaming with a nightmare.
5:30am: For no good reason I was just suddenly AWAKE 30 minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off.
So neat, now I’m practically in a coma — perfect way to start my week, right? Sigh…
I only ask because, holy hell, he wants to stop wearing a pullup at night. And I am totally supportive of this decision. Except when it means he gets up at least three times every night needing new PJs. And a clean blanket spread over his bed — for I amway too tired to constantly change sheets in the middle of the night.
So. Not wrong, right? He’s like 90% water anyway.
I will admit that this extreme lack of sleep is rendering me the teensiest bit psychotic and unable to concentrate (or punctuate), so I’m soliciting some other opinions on the matter.
Thanks to Blogging Baby and Her Bad Mother I now know what I would look like if I lived in South Park (and got as much sleep as I did last night).
Go try it yourself — very fun!