Life before 2008 29 Jul 2005 11:54 am
Sleep deprived and adjusting…..
Well, we knew this would happen. When we got up here, and the white hot stress of job hunting, selling, moving, and settling was done, we knew we’d have a drop in adrendaline that would side line us a bit.
And how.
Let’s add sleep deprivation to it, shall we? Not really a surprise….He Who Does Not Sleep Well (can anyone tell I’ve been reading HP all week?) has Never Slept Well. But to his 5 am howl fest, he has now added 11pm. It’s very habitual and all the books say never nurse, walk, coddle a baby getting up habitually. What it actually looks like is this:
Rowe-baby crashes around 7:30 and sleeps well through the olders making thier noisy evening routine complete. David and either work or chat or veg out to a movie until our heavy eyes send us to our pillows around 10:30.
And then…
just.
as. our heads. hit. the pillow…..
“WWAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH”
He’ll go for a long time too, knowing we are feet away. Eventually David walks him or I nurse him and hopefully we crawl back into the sheets quietly enough to not send him screaming again. We’re good at taking turns.
So much for other nocturnal activities (haaa haaaa).
Last night though, David had a Brain Event. (rare for us after dark, when Auto pilot clearly takes over).
WE LEFT THE ROOM.
Yup. Rather than lay there praying for the monkey to quit flayling like a cockroach, we got up and read. Very counter-wind-down! But after just a few minutes, when Rowan had seen us leave the room and knew we were not just laying there listening to him, he STOPPED CRYING.
We tiptoed, fully understanding the impact a stubbed toe, a stumble into the wall, ANY SOUND could make.
We made it. Until 3 am, when some unseen force must have pinched him.
That time I nursed him and bought myself a couple more hours.
Today I’m in a fog. Feeling lonely and unaclimated. Had too many chocolate donuts and CFA for lunch. Ready to beat myself up for not being more cheerful, especially after a great dinner with new friends last night and another to come tonight.
Elizabeth Elliot says, “Do the Next Thing”. That got me through more than one bad day during the move. It could get me through today as well.
Well, under Woobie that is, because crawling under it, magazine in hand while the kids have rest time is my Next Thing :-).
Good thing Monday has a “reset” button.
