Excuse me while I fall into my blog.

Posted on | July 10, 2012 | 3 Comments

You know those days when everything just seems to last all. day. long?

Like, you get up, and you get babies up (after getting up four times the night before because of having a sick baby), and you change diapers, feed breakfast, wipe noses, do dishes, do laundry, sweep, wipe up food messes, drink two diet cokes, pump twice, look up at the clock and realize it’s only 7:30AM?

Yeah. Today was one of those days.

Arlo has been sick for a couple of days. At first we thought it was just allergies because he sneezed a few times and seemed to be over it, but then, he started refusing to sleep. My child is a freak of nature when he’s sick. Instead of needing sleep to rest his body and heal the sickness, he stays awake. Literally, he doesn’t sleep. He acts like I’m feeding him crack instead of Tylenol and Vap-o-rub. His little eyes get red rimmed like a college student on an adderall high pulling an all-nighter. Instead of sleeping, he whines. Then he’ll finally pass out after about two or three hours. And then he wakes up and whines again. He keeps Sully up since they are sharing the same room. I would just bring him to our bed, but he has no interest in that. When I’ve tried bringing him to bed, he sits straight up in the bed and stares at me. Or pulls my ears.

Sully is a trooper until he’s not. And when he’s not, the poor kid loses it. Tonight? He lost it. It started at dinner. We headed to Taylor’s work to put together some care packages, and we decided to stop and grab dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. Everything started out beautifully, but after about ten minutes, gold fish covered the floors like a toddler grenade went off and both boys were screaming. The poor guy waiting on us walked by, and I heard him say, “Oh…..my gosh….” under his breath. Not in a mean way. Just in a, “Holy shit, that is a ton of cheese-flavored crackers to pick up!” way.

We tipped him well and ran out of the restaurant.

We got them home, bathed them as quickly as possibly, and got them into bed only to deal with another toddler meltdown. Despite his crib being filled with cars, tractors, and books, he swore up and down we were missing the “Big monster truck and little car.” I searched high and low, threw about six more cars in his crib, and promised a pony. He was finally appeased with a sippy of water and enough Matchbox cars to ensure he was entirely surrounded.

Arlo tried to keep up, but he lost the no-sleep fight about two hours into the battle.

So. Here I am at 9:45PM, finally breathing a sigh of relief because of babies are sleeping. I’m gulping down a glass of wine and praying that it will help me finally sleep tonight instead of staying and awake and just waiting for a baby to cry. I wish you all more sleep than I will be getting tonight, and I hope there is lots of wine in your fridge.

Or champagne and grapefruit juice. Because that would be awesome.

It's always nice to share with your friends.
    Category: Me as a mama., Toddler Shenagans, When Things Don't Go As Planned
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    3 Responses to “Excuse me while I fall into my blog.”

    1. Gigi
      July 10th, 2012 @ 10:11 pm

      I’m smiling….not because I’m happy to hear the boys, and their momma are having a hard time, but because YOU also required LESS sleep when you were sick. Other mothers would talk about their babies sleeping so much when they had a virus, and you could be found rolling yourself up in paper towels. Take heart….he will outgrow this, and someday sleep like a baby! ;)

    2. Vanessa
      July 11th, 2012 @ 5:02 pm

      your line “promised a pony” reminded me of this funny post I read today. http://honesttoddler.wordpress.com/2012/07/10/7-stages-of-night-grief/

      I was in ^that spot at about 4am this morning. I wasnt sure if I should laugh or cry LOL

    3. Jen
      July 16th, 2012 @ 10:46 am

      oh I can relate a lot right now. My boob is my seven month olds personal pacifier these days!

      Yay for wine. I hope you had a better night and your babies are healthier by now.


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