Stop being an ass. Night time is for sleep.
Remember when you were a sweet, tiny little 8 week old? And you slept through the night, every night, for weeks on end? Well, I remember it. And I have to say, I think I liked you better then.
Oh sure, it's gratifying to hear you call me "Mama" and really cute the way you move around and dance and sing and make funny faces and sounds. But I really like to sleep.
So, how about you stop this whole "waking up and trying to play for hours on end every goddamn night making your parents have total emotional meltdowns in the middle of the night" thing. Ok?
Mama loves you, but if she doesn't get two uninterrupted hours of sleep soon, she just might leave you behind when we move.
Love,
Mama.
Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Lalalalala
Weekend? Glorious.
Friday night was delightful food and staying up way too late watching Dexter. (Seriously? Need to finish this season in order to get anything done. Ridiculously addictive). In our house Friday nights aren't really weekends, since Xtian goes to work at 3:30 am on Saturday mornings. I really look forward to a random day in the near-distant future when that won't be the case anymore. *sigh*
Saturday morning Sarah came over before her all day date. We threw the kid in the car and ran down to the Farmer's Market to load up on tasties. Oh my god. The teensy little grapes were like candy. Unfortunately for me, I told the boys about the grapes before eating any. I turned around and there were two grapes left. Note to self: next time, get two bunches and save one for ME!
The rest of the weekend was pretty mellow, which is what we all needed. The last few weeks we've been going 24/7 and that makes Warren sleep like shit. Which means we all sleep like shit. Need to find a little better balance between the fun I want to have and the rest we all need.
Xtian's Crazy Mom called this weekend. He didn't pick up, but it caused me to ask him when he last spoke her. Turns out, her birthday was Saturday (whoops, out of sight out of mind, eh?) and he'd called to say "Happy Birthday" and had mailed her a little gift. I kind of rolled my eyes, but I didn't say anything. My gut reaction was to scream, "YOU DARED SPEND OUR MONEY ON SOMETHING FOR THAT HORRIBLE WOMAN?!?!?!" But I kept it in, and gritted my teeth. I don't really understand Xtian's guilty need to keep her in his life in some form or another. But then, my mother isn't a mentally ill bitch who treats her children horribly. I have some family members I choose to not deal with until I'm forced to, but none that close in relation. I know it's hard for him, so I'm trying to not make anything harder by being mean about it. But damn, I just want to shake him and yell "She's horrible! She says horrible things to and about you, me, your brother, everyone!" But it doesn't change his guilt, or make his burden any less.
Damn, being a supportive person is really a lot of work some days.
Oh, and since I stopped going to the gym, and started running outside again, I've actually improved my running ability. Imagine that. But why, oh why do men in my neighborhood think that my running is an invitation to say demeaning things to me? And no, I'm not wearing skintight running gear, or anything that invites comment. White t-shirt, black sweats, ear phones in place. Clearly, a sign I'm interested in your commentary.
Oh and lessons learned this weekend:
1. Rum is delicious and makes a crappy week fade into distant memory
2. Warren is the biggest flirt in the world
3. Fried chicken still the single tastiest food product you can find
Friday night was delightful food and staying up way too late watching Dexter. (Seriously? Need to finish this season in order to get anything done. Ridiculously addictive). In our house Friday nights aren't really weekends, since Xtian goes to work at 3:30 am on Saturday mornings. I really look forward to a random day in the near-distant future when that won't be the case anymore. *sigh*
Saturday morning Sarah came over before her all day date. We threw the kid in the car and ran down to the Farmer's Market to load up on tasties. Oh my god. The teensy little grapes were like candy. Unfortunately for me, I told the boys about the grapes before eating any. I turned around and there were two grapes left. Note to self: next time, get two bunches and save one for ME!
The rest of the weekend was pretty mellow, which is what we all needed. The last few weeks we've been going 24/7 and that makes Warren sleep like shit. Which means we all sleep like shit. Need to find a little better balance between the fun I want to have and the rest we all need.
Xtian's Crazy Mom called this weekend. He didn't pick up, but it caused me to ask him when he last spoke her. Turns out, her birthday was Saturday (whoops, out of sight out of mind, eh?) and he'd called to say "Happy Birthday" and had mailed her a little gift. I kind of rolled my eyes, but I didn't say anything. My gut reaction was to scream, "YOU DARED SPEND OUR MONEY ON SOMETHING FOR THAT HORRIBLE WOMAN?!?!?!" But I kept it in, and gritted my teeth. I don't really understand Xtian's guilty need to keep her in his life in some form or another. But then, my mother isn't a mentally ill bitch who treats her children horribly. I have some family members I choose to not deal with until I'm forced to, but none that close in relation. I know it's hard for him, so I'm trying to not make anything harder by being mean about it. But damn, I just want to shake him and yell "She's horrible! She says horrible things to and about you, me, your brother, everyone!" But it doesn't change his guilt, or make his burden any less.
Damn, being a supportive person is really a lot of work some days.
Oh, and since I stopped going to the gym, and started running outside again, I've actually improved my running ability. Imagine that. But why, oh why do men in my neighborhood think that my running is an invitation to say demeaning things to me? And no, I'm not wearing skintight running gear, or anything that invites comment. White t-shirt, black sweats, ear phones in place. Clearly, a sign I'm interested in your commentary.
Oh and lessons learned this weekend:
1. Rum is delicious and makes a crappy week fade into distant memory
2. Warren is the biggest flirt in the world
3. Fried chicken still the single tastiest food product you can find
Friday, September 12, 2008
No sleep and no rum make Mama...something something.
I think my family has reverted to survival mode. The lack of sleep is at an all-time high (due to: delightful guests who make us not want to go to bed; the final book in the Twilight series; a baby who keeps sleep-crawling and waking every hour; a husband who is still in denial about the early hours we keep and why that requires an early bed time) and no one is on top of their game. Every day this week has felt like we're sprinting from the moment we get up until we get back to bed. It feels like no one is able to waste any energy on idle chit chat, or any superfluous motion. Hopefully a really quiet weekend wherein I rarely leave the couch will have me feeling a little more chipper.
Someday, I will have a job that does not require a 40-minute each way commute. Someday I will learn to discipline myself and take care of myself in a way that allows me to actually feel good more often than not.
It's hard to have a positive outlook when you're tired all the time. Poor Xtian must feel like absolute ass. He's been on night-duty for the last 2.5 weeks. And the kid still won't sleep. We've regrouped and come up with a few new ideas though. We'll see how that goes down.
Sorry, I'm really not all that down or anything. Mostly we're having fun, it's just a really tiring stretch, and I forget how much I use our do-nothing weekends to recharge. Get a few break-neck-busy weekends in a row and I feel barely capable of dressing myself. Wheee!
Hope everyone else is just peachy keen.
(Are we all afraid to comment now? What's the deal!?)
Someday, I will have a job that does not require a 40-minute each way commute. Someday I will learn to discipline myself and take care of myself in a way that allows me to actually feel good more often than not.
It's hard to have a positive outlook when you're tired all the time. Poor Xtian must feel like absolute ass. He's been on night-duty for the last 2.5 weeks. And the kid still won't sleep. We've regrouped and come up with a few new ideas though. We'll see how that goes down.
Sorry, I'm really not all that down or anything. Mostly we're having fun, it's just a really tiring stretch, and I forget how much I use our do-nothing weekends to recharge. Get a few break-neck-busy weekends in a row and I feel barely capable of dressing myself. Wheee!
Hope everyone else is just peachy keen.
(Are we all afraid to comment now? What's the deal!?)
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Of Babies and Wedding Gifts.
I think Warren is trying to kill us all. (People who don't give a crap what my kid does, go ahead and skip ahead, I'll let you know when we're done here). Up until a week ago:
Warren went down to sleep with about 1 minute of whining, but would wake up about once or twice a night. I don't think he was actually hungry, but more out of habit and nursing as a way of going back to sleep. Generally, we put him down by 7 pm, and had to get him up at 6:15 am. (Yes, I have to wake my sleeping baby to get him to daycare in time for me to get to work on time.)
So, in an effort to break the wake up habit, Xtian and I employed a method that has been successful in the past. It's pretty simple, I sleep on the couch, so when Warren wakes up the milk-machine isn't even there, so he goes back to sleep. Eventually, he'll stop waking up all together since the payoff isn't there.
The last time we did this was right around the 4 month sleep regression. After a week, he was all good and regularly sleeping through the night again. (He started sleeping 11 hours at a stretch at seven weeks old after a night spent in my sister's room. Kat is magic.) Then there was teething, then vacation, then crawling, then daycare changes all of which disrupted our rhythm and left him needing the comfort.
So, here we are and after a week of our lazy brand of sleep training. Last night Warren didn't finally go and stay asleep until 11 pm. And then he awoke at 6 am. So, I guess technically he slept through the night, but getting 4 hours less sleep in a night. Awesome. I kind of want to punch the kid in the face when he pulls tricks like this. The kid just couldn't stop crawling. All he wanted to do was scoot around on the floor and get into mischief. As my sister pointed out to me, this is when the kid starts to prove that I am, in fact, his mama. My stubborn "I've got stuff to do, get out of my way" attitude is alive and well in the next generation. Fantastic. That's what the world needs, another ME running around.
So, we'll see how tonight goes. For Xtian's sake, I hope it goes well. While Warren can sleep in until 6, the rest of us are up by 4 am. And since Xtian drives for a living, 5 hours of sleep is not enough. I cringe to think if I had to spend 10 hours behind the wheel with only a few hours of sleep.
Ok, non-kid people, now's the time to rejoin us. Sorry to bore you with tales of things my kid does. I have officially lost 50 pounds since the end of pregnancy. That sounds more impressive than it is. At least 35 of those pounds were gone by the end of January. Which means it took me six months to lose 15 pounds. I'm awesome. I blame this all on Xtian. I'm not really sure how I can blame Xtian, but it's just got to be his fault, somehow. I'll work on that theory.
If I can take off another 20 pounds, I'll be pleased as punch. (For those who might worry, don't. Even with another 20 pounds, that still leaves me on the heaviest "Normal" weight for my body, so says all the BMI measuring things anyhow).
I can now officially wear, not just zip up, actually wear in public everything in my closet. That's mostly due to my throwing out all my old clothes, but still. I'm taking credit for it. Maybe some day I'll go into the basement, and actually be able to put on my OLD clothes with size numbers not in the double digits. But probably not. (Durned pregnancy and the havoc it wreaks on your hip width).
This weekend we'll be attending Xtian's friend's wedding. Should be delightful, I just love the groom. But I just went and looked at their gift registry. Wow. There are officially 10 items on the list for under $100 adn they've all been purchased already. Everything else is anywhere from $200-$500 per item. And there is no furniture on there. Dear lord, why oh why do they need $5,000 worth of dishes? And then register for a couple sets of "Casual China" on top of it?
I fully expect to be invited for dinner parties on a monthly basis. Also, why do you purchase sheets that cost over $125 per sheet...that's singular, not a sheet set... ONE SHEET. To quote my sister, "So, do you just kill yourself when you get your period on a $125 sheet?" And they want several sets of them. ACK!
Clearly, when I got married, I didn't do this right at all. Look. It's ok to want nice things, and it looks like people are buying them. But keep in mind who your friends are, and that they too will be buying these gifts. The groom's friends are all broke. So, register for a bunch of cheap things so at least they can buy you something and not have to feel like jerks. I'm not saying DON'T register for that $500 duvet. But maybe also register for... a $20 toaster. Hell, I thought I'd go cheap and buy some towels or wash cloths. NOPE. $43 per towel, $26 per wash cloth. Yeah. I think I'll buy them one wash cloth, Happy Wedding Day! I would just give cash, but we really can't afford to part with enough cash to make a decent gift. So, I usually just buy a few cheapo items and then it doesn't look so chintzy. Thank god for sales, we bought two pillows for $19. Whew!
On the plus side, a registry like that demands a fancy pants wedding. I swear to you now, if there's not an open bar with top shelf liquor, I'm demanding a refund. Ok, maybe I'll just make snarky comments afterward, but you get the drift. I can only describe this registry with the word "ostentatious", I'm fairly certain it's not the groom's doing. He's just not that type, or hasn't been when I've spent time with him. And it makes me think negatively of the bride, whom I've not met. To give the benefit of the doubt, she may just be a darling girl, and her parents are encouraging her to put all these unbelievable things on their gift list. But in my head, she's becoming a bit of a villain. Or at least a materialistic brat. I know, it's not very nice of me, and I'm trying to keep an open mind, but sheesh. Not easy.
Warren went down to sleep with about 1 minute of whining, but would wake up about once or twice a night. I don't think he was actually hungry, but more out of habit and nursing as a way of going back to sleep. Generally, we put him down by 7 pm, and had to get him up at 6:15 am. (Yes, I have to wake my sleeping baby to get him to daycare in time for me to get to work on time.)
So, in an effort to break the wake up habit, Xtian and I employed a method that has been successful in the past. It's pretty simple, I sleep on the couch, so when Warren wakes up the milk-machine isn't even there, so he goes back to sleep. Eventually, he'll stop waking up all together since the payoff isn't there.
The last time we did this was right around the 4 month sleep regression. After a week, he was all good and regularly sleeping through the night again. (He started sleeping 11 hours at a stretch at seven weeks old after a night spent in my sister's room. Kat is magic.) Then there was teething, then vacation, then crawling, then daycare changes all of which disrupted our rhythm and left him needing the comfort.
So, here we are and after a week of our lazy brand of sleep training. Last night Warren didn't finally go and stay asleep until 11 pm. And then he awoke at 6 am. So, I guess technically he slept through the night, but getting 4 hours less sleep in a night. Awesome. I kind of want to punch the kid in the face when he pulls tricks like this. The kid just couldn't stop crawling. All he wanted to do was scoot around on the floor and get into mischief. As my sister pointed out to me, this is when the kid starts to prove that I am, in fact, his mama. My stubborn "I've got stuff to do, get out of my way" attitude is alive and well in the next generation. Fantastic. That's what the world needs, another ME running around.
So, we'll see how tonight goes. For Xtian's sake, I hope it goes well. While Warren can sleep in until 6, the rest of us are up by 4 am. And since Xtian drives for a living, 5 hours of sleep is not enough. I cringe to think if I had to spend 10 hours behind the wheel with only a few hours of sleep.
Ok, non-kid people, now's the time to rejoin us. Sorry to bore you with tales of things my kid does. I have officially lost 50 pounds since the end of pregnancy. That sounds more impressive than it is. At least 35 of those pounds were gone by the end of January. Which means it took me six months to lose 15 pounds. I'm awesome. I blame this all on Xtian. I'm not really sure how I can blame Xtian, but it's just got to be his fault, somehow. I'll work on that theory.
If I can take off another 20 pounds, I'll be pleased as punch. (For those who might worry, don't. Even with another 20 pounds, that still leaves me on the heaviest "Normal" weight for my body, so says all the BMI measuring things anyhow).
I can now officially wear, not just zip up, actually wear in public everything in my closet. That's mostly due to my throwing out all my old clothes, but still. I'm taking credit for it. Maybe some day I'll go into the basement, and actually be able to put on my OLD clothes with size numbers not in the double digits. But probably not. (Durned pregnancy and the havoc it wreaks on your hip width).
This weekend we'll be attending Xtian's friend's wedding. Should be delightful, I just love the groom. But I just went and looked at their gift registry. Wow. There are officially 10 items on the list for under $100 adn they've all been purchased already. Everything else is anywhere from $200-$500 per item. And there is no furniture on there. Dear lord, why oh why do they need $5,000 worth of dishes? And then register for a couple sets of "Casual China" on top of it?
I fully expect to be invited for dinner parties on a monthly basis. Also, why do you purchase sheets that cost over $125 per sheet...that's singular, not a sheet set... ONE SHEET. To quote my sister, "So, do you just kill yourself when you get your period on a $125 sheet?" And they want several sets of them. ACK!
Clearly, when I got married, I didn't do this right at all. Look. It's ok to want nice things, and it looks like people are buying them. But keep in mind who your friends are, and that they too will be buying these gifts. The groom's friends are all broke. So, register for a bunch of cheap things so at least they can buy you something and not have to feel like jerks. I'm not saying DON'T register for that $500 duvet. But maybe also register for... a $20 toaster. Hell, I thought I'd go cheap and buy some towels or wash cloths. NOPE. $43 per towel, $26 per wash cloth. Yeah. I think I'll buy them one wash cloth, Happy Wedding Day! I would just give cash, but we really can't afford to part with enough cash to make a decent gift. So, I usually just buy a few cheapo items and then it doesn't look so chintzy. Thank god for sales, we bought two pillows for $19. Whew!
On the plus side, a registry like that demands a fancy pants wedding. I swear to you now, if there's not an open bar with top shelf liquor, I'm demanding a refund. Ok, maybe I'll just make snarky comments afterward, but you get the drift. I can only describe this registry with the word "ostentatious", I'm fairly certain it's not the groom's doing. He's just not that type, or hasn't been when I've spent time with him. And it makes me think negatively of the bride, whom I've not met. To give the benefit of the doubt, she may just be a darling girl, and her parents are encouraging her to put all these unbelievable things on their gift list. But in my head, she's becoming a bit of a villain. Or at least a materialistic brat. I know, it's not very nice of me, and I'm trying to keep an open mind, but sheesh. Not easy.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
So, it's a pattern is it?
Two Monday nights in a row, Warren has awoken before 2 am, and stayed awake until... well as far as I know, till now. Anyone else have an issue like this? He sleeps like a prince all week, but come Monday night, he goes down easily and sleeps well until 1:30 or 2:00. Then he's just awake. I'm kind of thinking it's a baby hangover from the weekend, when we aren't very good at sticking to schedules and the days are weird and we usually have a million people over. But, I could also just totally be making this up. I have no idea. Lack of sleep has left me headachy, cranky and less than rational. Should be fun times at my house.
So, all family has left my house and we've got a few days of relative normalcy before we ditch him at the grandparents' for a few days. Good lord I hope that goes ok. I'm really excited about this trip, and I'd hate to have him miserable throughout the whole thing. But also, I really really need three nights in a row of baby free sleep, and if we have to come back early, I'm going to be less than pleased.
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Due to family and friend obligations, I attended church twice last week. I think that has me all god-ed out for the next...five years? Sheesh. Like I know 12-step programs are way in jebus and hey, if it works for you and helps keep you clean, right on. But damn, would I rather be pretty much anywhere than sitting through church services. Luckily, having a kid is the perfect way to get out of any situation. As soon as Warren starts making any noise at all (I can't wait for the fussing, as it usually doesn't happen, so I utilize the happy sounds too) I just scoop him up and exit the room. Works like a charm.
Unfortunately for my ass, at the Catholic baptism on Sunday ( my work husband's kid, he of the shitstorm of a girlfriend) Warren was the best behaved kid there. Leaving me stuck on old school wooden pews built with no back support. I'm fairly certain these are designed to cause maximum damage to fidgeting children, as I saw no fewer than five kids accidentally crack their noggins into the seat back. Looked ouchy. But Warren wasn't one of them. While every other baby there screamed and cried, Warren sat happily and quietly ripping apart their newsletter. Damn well-contented kid. (Just kidding! Please, Karma, don't let my kid start behaving badly in public!) Also, I do have to give Warren props for, so far, never responding the Baby Scream Chain. You know the one, one kid starts screaming and within a 38 seconds every kid is screaming in a show of unity? Yeah, apparently Warren isn't linked into the chain. Whew!
Yeah. My head hurts, and I'm out!
So, all family has left my house and we've got a few days of relative normalcy before we ditch him at the grandparents' for a few days. Good lord I hope that goes ok. I'm really excited about this trip, and I'd hate to have him miserable throughout the whole thing. But also, I really really need three nights in a row of baby free sleep, and if we have to come back early, I'm going to be less than pleased.
~~
Due to family and friend obligations, I attended church twice last week. I think that has me all god-ed out for the next...five years? Sheesh. Like I know 12-step programs are way in jebus and hey, if it works for you and helps keep you clean, right on. But damn, would I rather be pretty much anywhere than sitting through church services. Luckily, having a kid is the perfect way to get out of any situation. As soon as Warren starts making any noise at all (I can't wait for the fussing, as it usually doesn't happen, so I utilize the happy sounds too) I just scoop him up and exit the room. Works like a charm.
Unfortunately for my ass, at the Catholic baptism on Sunday ( my work husband's kid, he of the shitstorm of a girlfriend) Warren was the best behaved kid there. Leaving me stuck on old school wooden pews built with no back support. I'm fairly certain these are designed to cause maximum damage to fidgeting children, as I saw no fewer than five kids accidentally crack their noggins into the seat back. Looked ouchy. But Warren wasn't one of them. While every other baby there screamed and cried, Warren sat happily and quietly ripping apart their newsletter. Damn well-contented kid. (Just kidding! Please, Karma, don't let my kid start behaving badly in public!) Also, I do have to give Warren props for, so far, never responding the Baby Scream Chain. You know the one, one kid starts screaming and within a 38 seconds every kid is screaming in a show of unity? Yeah, apparently Warren isn't linked into the chain. Whew!
Yeah. My head hurts, and I'm out!
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