Mother's Day was simply Divine, my in-laws were here so Jake and I were able to sneak-away for the incredibly rare date night. I was able to sleep-in on Sunday (well, sort of as I heard James' protests about me staying in bed).
I now have a clear understanding as to why sleep deprivation is used as a form of torture. I have been experiencing it for the past two weeks. James has never been the best sleeper, but he became much better as we drilled down on sticking to a very tight bedtime routine. However, both kids have suffered from a nasty spring cold over the past few weeks which has resulted in very little sleep for me. In addition to the sniffles being a giant pain in my ass, James has been randomly waking up screaming and unable to tell me exactly why? Night terrors? Growing Pains? I have no damn idea, but I do know that I won't be able to take this much longer. I have an infant that sleeps, and a Toddler that doesn't.....talk about sick and twisted.
I am so happy that I was rested and relaxed from a beautiful Mother's Day weekend because.......
Yesterday was not a great day, it began by James waking up at 5 a.m. (yes, this is an hour and a half earlier then usual). James was screaming and crying about waffles, this screaming and crying woke up the baby. Immediately upon scarfing down his waffle, James climbed onto my lap while I fed Henry.....and then puked down my shirt. All this before 6 a.m........means a long day. Work is picking up, which is great but also means that it was a busy day and the thought of preparing dinner just made me want to drive into oncoming traffic. I managed to pull-it together and throw a pork tenderloin and some baked potatoes into the oven. Both kids went to bed perfectly, so things were looking up. I should have known better; 11 p.m. James wakes up screaming and I am pretty sure he was sleep walking also (probably trying to find the bathroom, only problem was he had already unloaded his bladder on his sheets). James' screaming again wakes the baby. So I have both kids to wrangle while the husband sleeps. Clean up bed and James, make a small bottle to soothe baby back to sleep, and then realize that it is midnight and I am still wearing my clothes and have yet to brush my teeth or wash my face. I climbed into bed feeling very sorry for myself; I quickly realized that I am BLESSED to have two healthy kids that wake me up in the middle of the night. Before Henry was born I started a gratitude journal, as a way to remind myself to be appreciative of the little things in day-to-day life (even on the bad days). I need to start filling out the gratitude journal again, if I can stay awake long enough to do it. I know someday I will look back on these days and long for little people that need me more then ever. Until then, bring on the coffee (and alcohol on occasion).
