Monday, August 11, 2008
File: This Too Shall Pass
We have a cold. We've had a cold for going on three weeks now. We = everyone in the house except Phil. Phil had fore site and got poison ivy instead. He got to get a decadron shot before the cold came and was therefore spared. Wilson was sick first (and is still hacking a little), then I got it, and now Miller. Which means neither of us is sleeping. She already wasn't sleeping in her bead (she's still hanging out on the pallet on the floor), but that won't even work these days. She now has to sleep upright. I use the term "sleep" loosely. She does it in spurts through out the night and is in her swing with Baby Einstein Lullaby on repeat in the DVD player in the play room. Last night she gave up on the swing at about 3 and we went back upstairs and gave the bouncy seat a try (I couldn't believe the buckle would still fit around her). It worked nicely until about 6 when her diaper leaked and soaked everything. But that's okay because her brother's night time pull up was simultaneously leaking downstairs in my bed, on my side. Since we were up . . . we took the car to get the oil changed. Miller fell asleep on the way home, so I took her upstairs to take a nap while I did something that required the use of less than 5 brain cells. While I was checking Facebook, I hear her crying, not 20 minutes after putting her down. I start heading up and meet Wilson coming down the stairs. "Don't worry mom. I just woke her up." I love that his first thought was that I was concerned about her safety and well being- he should have been concerned with his safety and well being. Making that kind of announcement to your mom who's had no sleep in a couple of days while standing at THE TOP OF THE STAIRS is not the brightest move. It's been a good day.