Showing posts with label sabotage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sabotage. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Sabotage!

I will apologize in advance for the absence of any cute pictures in this post.  A warning: I am venting.
So, over the past three months I have discovered that night is just like day, except its dark outside.  I used to think it was a time when everyone slept and all was quiet and well, different from and perhaps even more magical than day; but its not. At my house, nighttime is just like daytime. People want to eat (meals or snacks), they have accidents, want to change their clothes (sometimes more than once), need help going to the bathroom, need their sheets changed, need help finding favorite toys or socks, having blankets put back on them when they wiggle around too much, want help making or fixing forts, and various other things I can't think of at the moment.  Nighttime is just like daytime, except I get to lay down and close my eyes in between tasks.

So tonight I am (hopefully) getting some girl time and so I decided that I would try to get a cat nap in this afternoon while M was down so I could try and get a little ahead of the game in case I get back a little late (hee hee!).  I was sabotaged!  I was continuously interrupted.  Every time I was almost asleep, someone woke me up.  After a very frustrating hour, I gave up.  So now here I am.  And you know where they are?  M is asleep, H is asleep, and K   is quietly coloring a picture of his favorite "Car" of the week: Boost.  Can someone tell my why it is that they choose to be quiet and self-occupied now that I am wide awake and any ideas I had of napping are far, far away?  Anyone?  Well, then I will go with my original thought: it was sabotage.   I guess moms just aren't meant for sleep.  One of these nights I know I will get to fall asleep at bedtime and I will stay there all-night (can you imagine?) and wake up to my alarm clock (instead of someone crying) and realize that I have been in my bed all night.  I know it will happen, someday.  Until then I guess I just have to settle for the fact that at my house, night is just like day.

I am now done venting.  I will put on a happy face, suck it up, and stop complaining.  I realize that I am not the only sleep-deprived mother (or person really) out there, so my self-pity is over.  But for those of you who are still here reading this: thanks for listening.  And in case you're bored tonight at 1ish, 3ish and 5ish am, I'll be up, so maybe we can chat?!  (Okay, okay I'm sorry, I really am done).