Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to keep this new foundering ship that is now your life afloat, you inevitably end up with your stern stuck up your bow.
It had been a long night. First, I stayed up too late watching a DVD. Probably foolish, but on a tight schedule you grab the good times where you can! Once I called it a night I then had to crawl out of bed several times at the baby’s cry. He doesn’t require much during these late night rendezvous, just help finding his bunny and his pacifier, but you still have to wake up enough to go lurching around through the dark with one eye half open, trying your best to make your tormented moans sound like loving words of comfort for the child’s sake. Then you find your way back to bed to try to fall asleep again.
Eventually, of course, dawn slammed through his curtainless windows and he was rocking and rolling and my day had officially begun. Later that morning, while feeding the baby a bottle, I fell into a fitful, cold, uncomfortable sleep on the living room floor. I did not wake until a growing feeling of doom filled me and the following mantra pulsed through my brain – Get up and look at a clock, get up and look at a clock…
Reluctantly, I sat up and felt the full weight of my disaster. First, my Aunt Flo (you know, “Aunt Flo,” wink wink) had come to visit and made a mess of the clothes I was wearing. Second, the baby’s diaper was full of poop. Third, I was due to work a 9 hour shift and hadn’t made anything yet to bring along for my lunch. And, I only had about 20 minutes to get out the door.
Whatta ya gonna do? Call work, sheepishly explain you are going to be a “little late” and then thank the stars that you have a boss who, after ascertaining that everything is alright, says she’ll see you when she sees you.
It had been a long night. First, I stayed up too late watching a DVD. Probably foolish, but on a tight schedule you grab the good times where you can! Once I called it a night I then had to crawl out of bed several times at the baby’s cry. He doesn’t require much during these late night rendezvous, just help finding his bunny and his pacifier, but you still have to wake up enough to go lurching around through the dark with one eye half open, trying your best to make your tormented moans sound like loving words of comfort for the child’s sake. Then you find your way back to bed to try to fall asleep again.
Eventually, of course, dawn slammed through his curtainless windows and he was rocking and rolling and my day had officially begun. Later that morning, while feeding the baby a bottle, I fell into a fitful, cold, uncomfortable sleep on the living room floor. I did not wake until a growing feeling of doom filled me and the following mantra pulsed through my brain – Get up and look at a clock, get up and look at a clock…
Reluctantly, I sat up and felt the full weight of my disaster. First, my Aunt Flo (you know, “Aunt Flo,” wink wink) had come to visit and made a mess of the clothes I was wearing. Second, the baby’s diaper was full of poop. Third, I was due to work a 9 hour shift and hadn’t made anything yet to bring along for my lunch. And, I only had about 20 minutes to get out the door.
Whatta ya gonna do? Call work, sheepishly explain you are going to be a “little late” and then thank the stars that you have a boss who, after ascertaining that everything is alright, says she’ll see you when she sees you.
Lie to me and tell me it gets easier!
1 comment:
Yes, it does get easier - around age 4 or 5. But then they are suddenly afraid of the dark so you have to put several night lights on.
Or they are scared to be alone so you get an aquarium for their room, which must have the light on at night of course because of the fear of darkness.
But at least at that age if they wake up and wander around the house at night, they can walk themselves back to bed.
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