Yet again another post on how sleepy I am…a broken record that is so scratched up that it makes sounds like nails on a chalkboard, but here is the thing…I haven’t had a full 8 hours of sleep in 121 days! I am sure all of you will realize the significance of that number and understand why I am a blubbering, whiny idiot talking about how poor me can barely function because of my sleep deprivation.
Here is what it’s like. It’s like being in a fog and everyone else around you is in clear, crisp daylight. You are yelling to all of these people, “hey can’t see anything here, help me out!” But, since you are in the fog and they aren’t, they actually can’t see you…So you wander around in the fog, hoping upon all hopes that the clouds will lift and you will be able to function as a normal human again. Wow, hope that even makes sense…makes sense to me, but hey, I’m in the fog.
We, being me really, is trying to get Blake to “sleep through the night.” Here is the thing, I actually am sleeping less because of it and it sucks big, hairy, sweaty balls. Last night he woke up at 1am and cried it out till about 2:30am, then woke up for a bottle at 6:30am and went back to sleep at 7:15am and is still sleeping. That would be great if I was in bed dreaming of Jason Mraz and Rob Thomas instead of sitting here on the computer on my 20th cup of coffee, but here is the kicker, Brook wakes up at 7am, so there is no relief for me.
And yes it has to be said…Travis is sleeping like a little wonderful baby right now, I should just go in there and kick his ass right now. But, if you read this blog at all, “okay who am I kidding, it’s only Shannon and Mom,” but if there are any new readers out there, you’ll need to know that Travis doesn’t do less than 8 hours and he basically tells me to go f!#$ myself while he turns around in the covers and starts to snore again. There is no help there and although I hate this part about my relationship with him, it’s something that I just have to suck up and deal with, because he pays for the bills. Now before you all get feminist on me here, it’s okay, we all play our roles and my role is to be the sleep deprived, pissed off Mommy while Travis is the well rested money maker…we both need each other and even though I complain, it works.
So two days ago, I was so tired that I hurt my foot, stabbed my hand and dropped my knife almost stabbing my other foot all while trying to make dinner. Ce la vie, this to shall pass and then I’ll blog about how sad I am that my babies aren’t babies anymore and how they don’t need me as much and how much I miss that time. Until then, do you have a red bull for me…maybe some speed? Joking on the speed, but not necessarily the red bull!
UPDATE: So, I was crabby and mean when I wrote this earlier…to let you know that my husband is loving and wonderful, here is the update…He woke up and took one look at me, gave me a hug and said, “go to bed, I’ll take Brook and Blake to Brook’s gymnastics class and you can rest. See, he’s the love of my life for a reason!
