Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Wednesday Morning

I'd like to tell you about my day so far.

I went to bed last night at 11:00 pm.  By the time Wednesday officially rolled around at 12:00 am, I had already been up out of bed three times.  Once to calm Isaiah's bad dream, once to tell Micah to stop kicking the wall and go to sleep, and once to turn off the super-loud ice maker.

At 12:10 am, Thomas woke up wanting to eat.  Why I didn't just let him cry it out, I don't know, but I made him a 4 oz bottle and brought it into his room.  It was then that I noticed the two dark spots on the carpet of his room that could only be dog puke.  I sure as heck wasn't going to deal with it in the middle of the night, so I just fed the baby and went on with life.  I put Thomas back in bed and then returned to bed myself.

At 2:00 am, I had to pee.

At 4:00 am, Thomas woke once more and yet again cried with the kind of urgency that says, "Feed me Mommy!"  Again, I considered just letting him cry, but after 10 minutes of letting him have at it, he had only ramped up his intensity.  I made a 6 oz bottle.  I smelled the spit up the second I entered the room.  I changed his PJs, changed his diaper, and opted to just flip his blankee around and lay him on the other side of the crib for the time being, vowing to wash all that stuff once the sun was actually up.  I fed him and he went back to sleep.

At 6:00 am, Isaiah peed the bed.

At 6:15 am, Isaiah crawled into bed with me in only his (clean) undies in hopes of maybe a bit more shut-eye for both of us.  His wet PJs were on the floor of the bathroom and I just left his bed as is, vowing to toss it all in with the spit-up covered bedding later.

At 6:30 am, Thomas woke up to eat.  AGAIN.  I fed him a 4 oz bottle, carefully avoiding the puke stained carpet and the spit up stained crib sheet as I worked.  He did not go back to sleep, but I'll be darned if I didn't attempt to go back to bed.

At 7:00 am, Micah got up 5 minutes early and headed straight for the living room and attempted to put in a movie. 

If I weren't on Weight Watchers, I would have eaten an entire chocolate cake by now.

How is your day?

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go do some laundry.  And it looks like I'll be needing to call Stanley Steemer....again.

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