My nap was on the horizon. I imagined sweet sleep washing over me and waking up refreshed and ready to be Supermom again.
No such luck. We've been through two sippy cups of warm milk, my lying with him (I fell asleep and he kicked me in my c-section incision), the phone ringing about 8 times for no good reason, at least 25 returns to the bed with the admonition that it's sleepy time and even, I am ashamed to admit, a couple swats on the diaper covered tushie. I have lost my temper. I have screamed. I called my husband in tears.
It's looking like there's going to be no nap today. Two friends are planning to stop by later and the house is in it's usual state of disaster. Any second now Joey is going to wake up and want to nurse, tying me to the couch.
I have a headache.
I put on a pot of coffee.
I can hear Andy singing his wordless rendition of Jingle Bells behind the closed door of his room.
If I weren't such a conscientious parent I'd leave him in there and fall asleep but I'm terrified that he'll pull his dresser over on himself or climb out the window or do some other horrible thing to himself that I could have averted if I were alert and awake.
Argh.
- Current Mood:
and exhausted
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Hang in there!