Not So Happy Morning

by Heligirl on April 6, 2010

in Daily Ramblings

On days like today I wonder why our government doesn’t just use babies for the sleep deprivation torture of our enemies. I really think it would work, and is much cheaper than conventional methods, I’m sure.

Mr. Man’s new crawling skill is keeping him up at night. I’m not sure if it’s little twitching muscles that are tired and developing, or his little brain going a million miles an hour once he hits the crib, or if he might have sore muscles. All I know is he’s paging us more during the night. Last night it was 10:30 p.m. (Hubby’s turn before coming to bed), 3:10 a.m. (yours truly, after which it took an hour to fall back asleep) and 4:55 a.m. (yup, me again, 40 minutes after falling asleep). Since my alarm goes off at 5, I just went in and changed the little dude and brought him to bed to snuggle. We snuggled for 10 minutes then I got up to get ready while Hubby snuggled him.

From what I heard coming from the bed, it didn’t sound like snuggling was what Mr. Man had in mind. He was getting increasingly fed up with this smoochy, cuddly crap. I dressed and did the morning miracle quickly, though I was careful not to miss a step like I did the last time fussy children made me rush the makeup job. Just for your reference, mascara on only one eye is not a good fashion statement.

Then I freed Mr. Man from the terrible torture that is Daddy snuggles (or at least to the little dude) so Hubby could at least have a few more minutes until his 6 a.m. alarm went off.

Nothing I did pleased Mr. Man all morning. I figured he was hungry, and he did eat despite himself and all his fussing. Then I put him down to explore his new freedom as I pumped. I put his bin of toys on its side just out of his reach so he could crawl to it and play. He turned around and went the opposite direction,  immediately got stuck under his sister’s art easel, grabbed the dog’s dirty, hairy toy and started fussing again.

By the time I was done pumping, it looked like I barely had enough time to have a quick bowl of cereal before running out the door. I put Mr. Man next to his toys, poured the cereal and milk and was just about to sit down when I heard Sweetness cry out. It’s not like her to wake crying. I stepped into her room and she really started crying. Just as I turned on the light I heard it, the undeniable hacking sound of a serious puke.

I grabbed a towel and raced to her side. The poor thing had stomach acid all over the front of her, her pillow and bedding. But blessedly, she was cool to the touch. Maybe just an upset tummy. We cleaned her up and she picked out clothes for the day. She seemed to be in a better mood. She even helped me carry all the bedding to the laundry. Then she saw my cereal and asked for her own. By that time, Mr. Man was fed up with his toys and wanted something else. Only he and God knew what that something else was. Maybe he was lonely.

As Hubby came out post-shower, I put Mr. Man back in the high chair with some toys so he could be near his big sister, Sweetness in her seat, cereal in front of Sweetness and my now cold tea and mushy cereal down the drain. It was 5 minutes past time to go.

Yes, Chinese water torture has nothing on fussy kids paired with sleep deprivation.

{ 1 comment }

Alissa April 6, 2010 at 11:59 am

I agree with this post. Some days I wonder if Molly doesn’t sleep because she knows it drives me crazy!

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