Reasons I'm Tired Today.
1. Jeffy was working in Campbellford last night, which usually means that I intend to go to bed early, but somehow end up staying up later than usual. Weird, but true, and I know other people for whom this happens when their partner is away.
2. Hugh woke up crying at 1am -- full-on screaming that there was, of all things, a rooster in his room. He was quieted back to sleep pretty quickly.
3. Later on, I heard the pitter-patter of little feet coming in to my room: it was Neva. "Mommy, I haven't had any accidents; can I have a drink?" (Due to a recent spell of nighttime accidents, we've curtailed the pre-bedtime drink of water.) Figuring that it was probably 5:30-ish or 6-ish, I agreed that she could have some water, as long as she peed first. She did, and then came and had a drink out of the cups in our bathroom, and went back to bed. I looked at my watch: 2am. It was shaping up to be a long night.
4. 15 minutes later, Neva arrived back in my room, saying "her tummy really wants some more water." After another pee on the toilet, she had another drink, and went back to bed. I rolled over yet again and tried to get back to sleep.
5. 15 minutes after that, she came back in to my room, saying that she couldn't get to sleep because there were no lights on. I told her she could close her door and turn on her light, but that it was resting time and not playing time. She agreed to these conditions. Finally I went back to sleep; I have no idea what time she actually went back to sleep herself.
6. This 2-hour stretch of interrupted sleep was followed by dreams in which Neva kept coming in to my room asking me for inane things, and I kept getting angrier and angrier, and then she started being stubborn, and I yelled at her (in my dream), and things devolved from there. I was pretty relieved (if exhausted) to realized that it was only a dream, and I hadn't actually berated my child for needing me in the night.
7. 6:15am: The Dude wandered in, asking where Daddy was and then if he could get in to bed with me. He proceeded to climb all over my pregnant belly ("these are like stairs, Mommy") in order to get in to bed. Soon he was up again and wandering around, which meant I also needed to get up, given his recent spell of curiosity.
Only two more sleeps until Cuba, and only one more sleep until we go to Toronto and have what will certainly be an early morning wake-up to get our flight, but which will hopefully be preceeded by an uninterrupted night of sleep. Not that I'm counting.
2. Hugh woke up crying at 1am -- full-on screaming that there was, of all things, a rooster in his room. He was quieted back to sleep pretty quickly.
3. Later on, I heard the pitter-patter of little feet coming in to my room: it was Neva. "Mommy, I haven't had any accidents; can I have a drink?" (Due to a recent spell of nighttime accidents, we've curtailed the pre-bedtime drink of water.) Figuring that it was probably 5:30-ish or 6-ish, I agreed that she could have some water, as long as she peed first. She did, and then came and had a drink out of the cups in our bathroom, and went back to bed. I looked at my watch: 2am. It was shaping up to be a long night.
4. 15 minutes later, Neva arrived back in my room, saying "her tummy really wants some more water." After another pee on the toilet, she had another drink, and went back to bed. I rolled over yet again and tried to get back to sleep.
5. 15 minutes after that, she came back in to my room, saying that she couldn't get to sleep because there were no lights on. I told her she could close her door and turn on her light, but that it was resting time and not playing time. She agreed to these conditions. Finally I went back to sleep; I have no idea what time she actually went back to sleep herself.
6. This 2-hour stretch of interrupted sleep was followed by dreams in which Neva kept coming in to my room asking me for inane things, and I kept getting angrier and angrier, and then she started being stubborn, and I yelled at her (in my dream), and things devolved from there. I was pretty relieved (if exhausted) to realized that it was only a dream, and I hadn't actually berated my child for needing me in the night.
7. 6:15am: The Dude wandered in, asking where Daddy was and then if he could get in to bed with me. He proceeded to climb all over my pregnant belly ("these are like stairs, Mommy") in order to get in to bed. Soon he was up again and wandering around, which meant I also needed to get up, given his recent spell of curiosity.
Only two more sleeps until Cuba, and only one more sleep until we go to Toronto and have what will certainly be an early morning wake-up to get our flight, but which will hopefully be preceeded by an uninterrupted night of sleep. Not that I'm counting.
| posted at 10:50 AM |
