7:58 p.m. LM is finally asleep.
7:59 p.m. I announce to The Man that I want to go to bed early. As in, right now. He wants to finish washing the dishes. Since I'm not helping, I decide I should at least stay up as a show of support.
8:20 p.m. Dishes are done and we decide to postpone bedtime to slurp down the last of the ice cream cake.
8:45 p.m. Ooops. Forgot to take out the dog.
9:05 p.m. Put some clothes away that were stacked on the bed.
9:30 p.m. Ahh. Finally in bed. The Man drifts off quickly. Of course.
10:03 p.m. LM starts to make noises. This is not a good sign. I check on him, and he settles back down.
10:24 p.m. LM fussing more. I check on him and he's sitting up. He lays back down and drifts off.
10:45 p.m. LM crying again. His teeth seem to be hurting so we give him some ibuprofen. Also decide to do a preemptive strike--change him a bit early, and give him a bottle. Rock with him in the chair. The man heads back to bed.
11:12 p.m. Just as LM is drifting off peacefully, we are disturbed by the loud clang of a metal trashcan lid smashing into the driveway. I grit my teeth and keep rocking.
11:14 p.m. A second garbage can lid hits the driveway. The Man has slept through both of these loud noises, and the Tropical Pug does too. LM, however, does not.
11:20 p.m. I roust The Man out of bed to find out what the racket is about, only to find a giant raccoon standing atop our garbage cans. We shoo him off, and relocate all the cans inside the garage.
11:31 p.m. I finally get to bed.
1:09 a.m. LM awake. Another bottle. More rocking. Finally asleep.
3:00 a.m. LM awake. I mean, AWAKE. He seems to think it's party time. I spend the next 1 1/2 hours trying to convince him otherwise.
4:38 a.m. I crawl back into bed, desperate for sleep. But instead, I'm wide awake.
6:15 a.m. I wake to the happy babbling of LM, who, after scant few hours of sleep is cheerfully ready to start the day. Mama is not in the same frame of mind.
6:32 a.m. I start chugging coffee and hoping that today's plan to go to bed early will actually work out.
Oh no, I hope today is better for you guys.
ReplyDeleteAw, I hope this gets easier for you soon! Right now I'm enjoying my 8-9 hours a night with no regrets, but my time for sleep-deprivation will be here in no time. Not really looking forward to that part!
ReplyDeleteoh, momma. a vicious cycle, indeed! hope tonight is better!
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