Sleep? What’s that? I haven’t slept through the night in over 6 years! I don’t ever seem to get enough rest – or at least I don’t get enough hours in a row. I think it is my chief complaint about becoming a mother.
Naps don’t happen. For my kids, sure. For me, never. Just the other day, I had finally gotten the toys picked up, the laundry started, ate a bit of lunch and cleaned up the kitchen. My Peanut usually naps for an hour and a half — you would think that was enough time for me to close my eyes for 20 minutes. Nope. As soon as my head hit the pillow, he was up. Had it been is usual wake up time? Nope! I swear because I was actually going to lay down.
It happened again last night. He typically sleeps until 3 or 4 in the morning — not too bad. I was reading in bed and just turned out the lights. It was 9 p.m. — I was actually going to get some rest. Nope. Peanut started up around 10 p.m. I guess he is teething. Really, I think he knew I was sleeping and wanted to torture me. They totally do it on purpose — evil kids, monsters.
If it isn’t Peanut it is the other two monsters. Someone is crawling in or out of our bed. Someone needs a drink or a change of clothes. Someone is crying (besides me). My husband doesn’t hear a word of it. He can sleep through anything. I am both angry and in awe. Ok, really I’m just jealous.
Then somehow they get up once or twice a night and still wake up in the morning like a really loud jack-in-the-box. Jumping right out of their tin box (bed)…creepy smiles and everything!
My husband is a trooper because he gets every morning with my little clowns (monsters). He feeds them breakfast and gets them dressed. He accomplishes a lot before I even try to get out of bed at 6:45. I know what you are thinking…good lord, what time do they get up? Five a.m. Every. Single. Day. We have a full day before most kids get up.
I know what is going to happen…by the time these little monsters are teenagers, they will sleep and I will be the one who wants to get moving in the morning. I will be so angry that they DON’T get up. If that happens, I might just go in there every few hours to offer them a drink, or ask them to get up so I can change the sheets, or remind them to go to the bathroom. Payback is a B—.
I guess for now the thought of payback will have to sustain me. I swear I love my monsters…but only after a cup of coffee are they my cute little clowns. 🙂
Wishing you a good night,