Monday, February 18, 2008

Things I Can Post With One Hand and Three Hours of Sleep

People have asked me if I'm getting much sleep, and the short answer is not really. The long answer is my eyes are so tired that it feels like I've been rubbing them with sandpaper. I blink and all it does is remind my eyes how nice it feels to actually close. I hate it when my body taunts itself.

Other than that, we seem to be slowly making the switch to the new normal. Bun is sweet, but has apparently been born with some kind of character defect. He likes to nap only if someone is holding him. And by someone I mean me.

I thought that being the fourth in line meant he would be grateful for any scraps of maternal attention he could get. After all, he is the only one who can get me to wake from sleep without shushing him, shooing him back to his own bed, and/or cursing under my breath.

That's tantamount to being called my favorite around here, my friends.

But Bun doesn't seem to recognize the professed love of an interrupted sleep pattern, so I will just continue to carry him around in the baby sling until he's ready to sleep in his bed. Or until he's fifteen. Whichever comes first.

Now I am girding my loins for Rob's return to work. It will be me against the masses, and the masses have me running a little scared, to be quite honest. It will be hairy around here for a while, but at least my Lenten promise of giving up sleep and sanity will be attainable.

Until then, I apologize for the spotty blog content. And especially for the spelling errors I'm sure I've missed. Blogger has decided that spell-check is for wimps, and so I am now left to do it on my own. I'll let you guess how high spell-checking my blog posts ranks on my to-do list.

The little quizzes below are something fun that Rob found here and here. I don't know that I am "quite timid," although I am usually admitting to something truthful and embarrassing on a daily basis, but my "Harry Potter" profile is pretty accurate.

Oh, the things I do when I should be sleeping. Will I never learn?



As Lucy Pevensie, you may be quite timid and shy, but your heart is in the right place! You make sure you tell the truth, even if it results in embarrassment.





As Minerva McGonagall, your strict facade is complimented by a warm heart, and you always do what is for the greater good.

5 comments:

  1. I feel or you on Bun wanting to nap on you. My first was like that and I was too cheap to buy a baby sling. Needless to say when my husband got home at night I'd hand him over and my arms were like jello from holding him ALL DAY LONG. Thankfully my second and third were much more independent and slept on their own. I hope that you get some sleep soon :).

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  2. I love the newborn days when I get the carry the little one around indefinitely. But it IS nice to be able to put him down for sleep every now and then. Or a shower. Hopefully he finds a groove that you all love soon. And good luck with the masses while Rob is at work. That always scared me a little, too.

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  3. I get you on the lack of sleep, sling bearing, co sleeping thing. I hope the sleep fairy visits you soon. The masses will survive Dad's departure and so will you!

    As to the spell-check? I thought it just hated me...

    Hang in there, dear heart. It doesn't last that long.

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  4. Oh, I'm so afraid of how I will handle the no sleep issue. I'm already exhausted--how can I be more tired? Yet I know I will be. I guess that is what grace is all about. I said a prayer for you yesterday, as I was driving home from a baby shower and thinking about the big change our family will experience in 9 short days. I hope the good is outweighing the bad/stressful on a regular basis.

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  5. I had a feeling the sleep situation was going as such. I wish I lived closer. I'd spot you so you could nap for an hour (you're on your own for feedings :D).
    It's really not much better here. Hubby is out of town so my dinner consists of wine and burnt popcorn. And by burnt I'm mean the boys were fighting and while I was breaking it up it turned into charcoal. YUMMY!

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