Jolted awake at 2:00 a.m. to the sound of crying...again. My littlest is teething, and he seems to be having trouble sleeping through the night because of it. Of course, this disturbance of sleep came after I had already been up for awhile due to a kink in my neck that wouldn't allow me to get comfortable in bed. I found a heating pad, took some ibuprofen, and played a few games of Farkle on the computer, waiting for some relief so that sleep could finally come. I got to bed around 1:15 from that little escapade. So, back to the crying. I hopped out of bed as quickly as I could, because the crying was first quite distressed sounding, but before I could actually get to him, he slowed to a whimper and then silenced altogether. I stood there, indecisive; should I get him some medicine or would that cause him to wake up and cry more? A quick prayer for wisdom, and then back to bed I went, deciding to wait and see if he continued to fuss.
Climb back into bed, adjust the pillow just perfectly so that my neck is supported in such a way as to keep the pain at bay, engage in a quick tug of war with the my sleeping, snoring husband over the blankets he has wrapped all around himself, leaving none for me, and then finally, I can get back to sleep. His alarm goes off at 5, the baby fusses again by 6, at which point I give him medicine and a sippy cup, and pray that he'll go back to sleep. My brain is groggy, my movements slow and sluggish, my head is pounding and I can't turn very far or look too far upward, because that kink is still there, despite the heating pad on it for the past 5 hours. I fall back asleep, off and on, for the next 45 minutes until my 4 year old climbs into my bed. I whisper that she needs to go try to go back to sleep, which she agrees to today (a rare thing, indeed), and close my eyes....."Dada, dada, dada...pbbbttttt!!!" My eyes open again with a groan, the baby is awake. I nearly hold my breath, hoping he'll just play happily or even go back to sleep, and it works for awhile....but not long. By 7:30, I'm up changing his wet-through diaper, and clothes.... this is not my favorite way to start a day, for sure.
Now it's a little after 9, and everyone has been fed, the older kids are doing their morning chores, albeit with quite a bit of bickering which frustrates me, and I feel as if I've been drug through an old-fashiong washing machine wringer; you know, the kind you had to do by hand that squeeeeeeeezed the water out of the clothes. Yeah, that's how I feel. There were no silly songs this morning during breakfast, just a huge effort on my part not to snap at the girls for constantly picking at each other and tattling : "She looked at me." "She said 'I love you'." <gasp> Oh no, how dare she say she loves you? Such a horrible sister you have, eh? hehe Welcome to...Monday.
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