Miss A has been waking up at the ungodly hour of 4 in the morning the past few days and it has kicked my spoiled mama’s booty. Normally I have to wake her up at 7 each morning, but she’s had a bad cough which worsens at night and peaks in the wee morning hours when most human beings are enjoying some REM time and the only people stirring are cattle farmers and maybe my mother, who is notorious for getting up with the chickens.
You would think that Miss A would be completely exhausted, like me, from getting up so early the past few days but yesterday she was running on empty and the fumes were sending her into a whirling dervish hyper overdrive. The hubby, God love him, took the girls for a hike and pushed them in our bike trailer and took them to the park playground yesterday afternoon while I stayed home and took a glorious nap as I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown from going to bed at midnight Saturday and then getting up at 4:30 with Miss A and giving her Ibuprofen. At times like these I wonder how the heck I survived the newborn weeks and breastfeeding but I think your body is conditioned to go the distance, without any sleep, at that time.
When the hubby and the girls returned we all went to the grocery store. Miss A was in rare form. Twice she decided to lay down on the floor in the middle of the aisle and tell us she was sleeping. While some parents might be grossed out by the idea of their child laying down aisle 9, you have to remember that Miss A is my second child and we also have two dogs so germs are no big deal to me. However, I didn’t enjoy peeling her from the floor and then nearly throwing my back out as she would go completely limp and swing from my grip like a monkey. Miss C was also on hyper overdrive when we got home, but I attribute that mostly to the fact that she was excited about having my mom and brother over for Sunday night dinner.
Then again I’m starting to suspect that the Barbie Island Princess Pop-Tarts I bought Friday in a moment of weakness are laced with speed. I might try licking the picture off of one of them later today if I need a pick me up. And just what kind of fruit is an Islandberry any way?