Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Sleep Please
I needed a new post. I am procrastinating on a math paper that I have known about for 12 weeks. I have sent hubby out for tortilla chips and salsa. Just sounded really good. I had a thought, "Oh g-d I'm pregnant!" and then realized I'd still be a good 6 weeks away from cravings. So, now, I am just thinking, "Oh g-d I'm fat!" Not much of a morale booster...oh well.
I am so tired. Sam screamed all night. Not yelled, not cried, SCREAMED. She slept for one hour and then thought it would be fun to play. We tried, obviously in vain, to get her back to sleep. We needed sleep. Every person needs sleep. Not Sam. She's bionic. 5:30am she fell asleep. That's when David was getting up and leaving. I slept until she woke up and used my head as a drum at 8:30. 3 hours. 3 friggin hours. I haven't had 3 hours of sleep in a year! Oh, and nap time. What's nap time? I forgot, and so did Sam. She thought it was, scream some more time. Lordy. I know what it is. She has recently had a serious kick of over driven (crap brain work, you know this word--term--so well. function, you can do it.....)separation anxiety. She was great until this week. David has been gone more now with getting ready to leave and all, and she has noticed. It has never been a problem before because we were both always there when she wanted us. Now, she wants daddy and he isn't always there. So, she screams at me. She flips out when you leave the room. She flips out when she wakes up and you aren't in the room. I'm pretty sure she didn't want to go to sleep because when she woke up Saturday daddy wasn't here and she probably thought if she went to sleep he'd leave again. She's out like a light (where did that term come from?) now, knock on wood (and that one too?). I am supposed to be writing my paper free from baby interruptions but I can't. I hate it. I hate math and I hate writing 10-15 pages about math. Ugh. Can someone please tell me why I went to college?
I am so tired. Sam screamed all night. Not yelled, not cried, SCREAMED. She slept for one hour and then thought it would be fun to play. We tried, obviously in vain, to get her back to sleep. We needed sleep. Every person needs sleep. Not Sam. She's bionic. 5:30am she fell asleep. That's when David was getting up and leaving. I slept until she woke up and used my head as a drum at 8:30. 3 hours. 3 friggin hours. I haven't had 3 hours of sleep in a year! Oh, and nap time. What's nap time? I forgot, and so did Sam. She thought it was, scream some more time. Lordy. I know what it is. She has recently had a serious kick of over driven (crap brain work, you know this word--term--so well. function, you can do it.....)separation anxiety. She was great until this week. David has been gone more now with getting ready to leave and all, and she has noticed. It has never been a problem before because we were both always there when she wanted us. Now, she wants daddy and he isn't always there. So, she screams at me. She flips out when you leave the room. She flips out when she wakes up and you aren't in the room. I'm pretty sure she didn't want to go to sleep because when she woke up Saturday daddy wasn't here and she probably thought if she went to sleep he'd leave again. She's out like a light (where did that term come from?) now, knock on wood (and that one too?). I am supposed to be writing my paper free from baby interruptions but I can't. I hate it. I hate math and I hate writing 10-15 pages about math. Ugh. Can someone please tell me why I went to college?
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