The Bad
The Bewb: Lately, we alternate between nursings that feel like tiny shards of glass are being ground against me and a sensation I imagine is akin to needles being inserted into one’s nip9les. Patter’s poisonous teething saliva is making me a bit…shall we say, edgy. As in, Do Not Feed the Animals, Do Not Come Within 3 Feet of the Nursing Woman or you will lose an arm.
The Bed: Sure, I’ve been chirping here and there about 4 hours! 5 hours! of sleep in a row. Not so much in the last few weeks. Last night I don’t think I ever fell asleep. Patter woke up nearly every hour with:
a) gas
b) sore gums
c) nursing needs
d) interesting comments about Magellan’s circumnavigation and pathetic death in the Philippines (Yes! I’ve finally finished William Manchester’s A World Lit Only by Fire. And it only took nearly all of 2008!)
The wealth of my patience is in indirect proportion to the thickness of my waist and I fear I’ll never sleep as much as 4 or 5 hours in a row again. How low the mighty fall, indeed.
The Fights: The weather in Chicago was dreadful while we were there, which means we left my parent’s house for exactly one outing to the Botanic Gardens so that Pitter could run about, see the holiday trains exhibit, and so that Sweet Cheeks and I would not throttle each other. A sample of our little performances:
Sweet Cheeks: Nap! Nap! Nap! Why can’t a person get Pitter to NAP?!
Me: It’s always the same. He needs motion. Stroller not possible? We have to drive him in the car until he’s asleep. Nap! Nap! Nap!
Sweet Cheeks: Nap! Nap! Nap! It’s not fair! I hate it! We shouldn’t have to do this every single day. Nap! Nap! Nap!
Me: Nap! Nap! Frickin’ Frackin’ Nap! I know. I KNOW! But there’s no point in getting angry. Why are you YELLING at ME about HIS nap? Nap! Nap! Nap!
And so on. Because there’s nothing that says Christmas like a couple screaming about their child’s naps. Why, it’s like a giant giftbag of marital bliss tied up tightly with toddler insanity.
The Good
The Travels: We actually made it to Chicago (and back home safely). Had we been slated to drive up on the 23rd or the 25th it wouldn’t have happened. If the roads weren’t a sheet of ice, they were flooded. Highways in Indiana were closed at times.
The Colds: My brother gave Pitter a small cold upon arrival, which suited everyone just fine. There’s nothing worse than a super active toddler stuck in a smallish house in the middle of winter for several days. Pitter had a slight fever for about 24 hours, which made him sleepy, slow, and overall, an agreeable little fellow. (Look! He sits at the table! Look! He allows you to change his diaper without making dents in your chest with his heels! Look! He sits at the computer and calmly listens to music!)
The Pies: Cherry and pumpkin. My mom makes the best, hands down. Worth all 3 pounds I seem to have temporarily gained.
Hope your Christmas was full of great sleep, wonderful food and family, and lots of laughter.
1 Comment
December 29, 2008 at 10:46 am
Oh, goodness, I hope the good outweighed the bad! We’re having the same sleep issues with Evie–I think the teething is keeping her from sleeping as well as she had been. *sigh* I was really enjoying the longer stretches of sleep. Not that I should get used to it or anything.