Have you ever had a day you’d like to declare a “do over?” I got to work at 9:30 today. Honestly if I hadn’t missed so much work during Lungapalooza a few weeks ago I might have called in sick.
Amelia had a coughing jag in the night and threw up Spaghettios all over her crib. You haven’t lived until you’ve witnessed Spaghettio vomit. The hubby and I did double night shift duty. He stripped her crib and put on a fresh sheet and I rocked her and got her back to sleep. Then I woke up at 3 a.m. to Caitlin whining and wanting something to drink. My mom has told me I should leave a cup of water on Caitlin’s nightstand table, but she rarely wakes up and I don’t want to push the stay dry through the night thing but maybe that’s a good idea. I mean, my mom did raise five kids.
In my fantasy world where everyone gets a solid 8 hours of blissful, drool on the pillow sleep, Caitlin gets up, fixes herself a drink and goes back to sleep on her own. In reality, I have to drag my butt out of bed and then bring her a drink. I asked her twice if she needed to use the potty when I came in her room but she was so sleepy of course she mumbled no. I could see bed wetting in our future and indeed later this morning she stumbled out of her room and said, “I pee pee myself mommy!” I had a hard time falling back to sleep after she woke up. At one point I remember glancing at the clock…4:30 a.m. I don’t consider myself an insomniac, but if the kids wake up in the wee hours I end up so many times watching the clock, tossing and turning. I’ve always been a light sleeper and since having kids it’s gotten worse. The hubby? He could sleep through a herd of cattle running through our house. I’ve also learned to not get on the computer if I can’t sleep, although some of you may have seen me post a comment at 4 a.m. before. Any way, today is one of those days I need an espresso IV drip. Stat.