There's something about lack of sleep that puts me in the blog-mood. My baby will not sleep at night, and apparently is also refusing to sleep during the day. He's in the sling right now, lazily chewing my hair and stuffing banana-scented fingers up my nose with a look of supreme exhaustion upon his gorgeous features, hanging on by the sheerest of threads to consciousness. Of course, if he does decide to fall asleep, I will have to wake him up anyway to get to Fooey's afternoon "recital" at her music class.
But it's my own sleep deprivation, not his, that makes me want to type. I'm too tired to analyze the whys and wherefores, though I'm sure something applies. I was up approximately once an hour last night with this child. He refuses to nurse during the day unless he's beyond starving and nothing like a banana is in sight, yet at night he seeks milky comfort to lull him back to dreamland ... last night I saw midnight, 2am, 4am, 5am, 6am; those were the ams I recall seeing, anyway. By 7am the whole house was up, woken by Apple-Apple's surprise nosebleed. Did I mention we also had a child, who shall remain nameless, pee on top of the toilet lid last night? That was my second unexpected opportunity of the evening to really clean the bathroom. The first followed a series of reckless baths. I'd no idea what had rolled under our tub since the last flood. Apple-Apple asked whether I'd found a dead mouse. Nope, just a giant fuzzy hairball.
You can thank me for that image later.
I've just laid CJ down, awake, protesting but weak. If he falls into sleep now, I'll be dragging him out of dreamland in, oh, twenty-seven minutes or so. I run on precision timing.
Was just packing the diaper bag for aforementioned outing, and discovered an old cloth diaper lingering, shall we say, in one of those handy stuff sacs. Maybe we'll go disposable just for this event. At the rate this day is going, I anticipate solids arriving somewhere mid-performance. And no, he's still awake. His howls just took on real drama. Twenty minutes till departure.
I'm going to go pick him up now.
Labels: chores, kids, sleep