I’ve been stuttering a lot lately. And that word is always evading me. I’ve resorted to the evil eye stare rather than my usual comeback quip with the class clowns.
Amaya’s in an “I need less sleep than you” contest with me, and I think she’s winning. She woke up at 2am the night before last and told me she needed to go #2. And she did need to. And this is when I wished she was ten and could wipe her own butt and I could trust her to wipe her own butt.
Basically any hour I wake up after midnight is sure to result in
paranoid thoughts that someone is walking around in the living room
getting up to check if someone is walking in the living room
needing to pee
needing to drink water to replace the pee
eating something to go with the water
and general tossing and turning (but quietly, so Jake doesn’t wake up)
And when Amaya wakes up after her 8 hour nap to announce the morning I want to throw away all the responsibility that is forcing me out of bed.
So I’m wishing that jobs, blogs, toddlers, appetites, taxes, dishes, committees, and bladders would just tiptoe around the house for a little longer and
let.
me.
sleep.
in.
5 comments:
That super sucks. I usually have to fight with my bladder to let me stay in bed.
totally.
well said.
My bladder sucks and I'll probably need surgery at one point before I turn 30.
I totally think someone is walking around at night. It freaks me out. Every time I wake up to nurse I come down stairs to check if the door is still locked.
If you're not getting any sleep now wait till July. Not that you didn't already know that.
I'm just going to say one thing. And it's the same thing my father-in-law told my mother-in-law when she was pregnant, which I'm sure is the same thing thousands of men have been telling their wives for centuries (so it must be good advice).
It's all in your head.
:)
By the way, your verifier said conalyz which is so right on because that was my con-alyzis of your situation.
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