The Bed of Pain

I desperately need a shower. And maybe something with caffeine..and prozac. Z was awake for an hour and a half between 2:30 and 4. It was a NIGHTMARE. I finally bodily dragged her out of our bed, took her to her own, and said, “If you want to stay in Mommy and Daddy’s bed you will be STILL and QUIET.” Poor thing, she was crying, but she agreed. But then I was all irritated and my heart rate was up so it took me forever to fall back to sleep. She cuddled with me, though, and stayed asleep until almost 7:30. I took her to the bathroom and got her out of her diaper (she still wears them to bed at night), got her a snack of raspberries and Cheerios and brought it to my bed and told her to amuse herself until 8:00. Then I kinda dozed for awhile. Wearing earplugs, of course.

UGH. In twelve years, she will be fourteen and want to sleep until noon, and I will get her up at the crack of dawn on Saturdays to do chores. Revenge shall be MINE!

Mwahahahahaha.

Yes, I’m laughing, but I’m also kind of crying.

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One Response to “The Bed of Pain”
  1. Vicki says:

    *shudder* I feel your pain 😦 I am so thankful L continues to sleep well through the night – BUT – I think I’d rather have 1 or 2 wakings a night if it meant he would sleep until 7 or later. His 5am wakeup calls are BRUTAL 😦 Maybe it’s a growth spurt for Z? Yay for earplugs, raspberries & Cheerios!

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