This morning was a little rough, to say the least. By the time my sleepy mind registered that it was light outside, and that I was not supposed to be in bed if it was light outside, it was past time for me to be walking out the door with two well-fed and dressed children in tow. OOPS on me! I jumped out of bed, ran straight to the closet to throw on some clothes, glanced in the mirror, only to see that my hair resembled a rooster, and frantically asked Ryan, "What time is it?" I splashed some water on my hair, grabbed the handiest hairband, and gave myself one last glance. I resembled death warmed over just a wee bit. I ran straight to the kitchen to find breakfast for Indi and Walker, and Ryan quickly dressed both of them. Then, in less than 8 minutes, the three of us were out the door and on our way to the doc.
So, how can a responsible parent such as myself, sleep in like an inconsiderate teenager? It's called, the ALARM NEVER WENT OFF!
And why would the alarm not go off? We'll have to back up 7 hours. At approximately 12:00 AM, or shortly after, Ryan and I stumbled into bed after another long day of work (for Ryan), I was just up late blogging (like tonight--I gotta do something while Ryan works, and why in the world would I want to clean my house, or fold the laundry?) At about 2:00 Remington came into our room crying. He had a bad dream, so I put him on the floor by our bed, but he continued to whimper until I finally let him into our bed. He quickly fell asleep, but the boy is an inferno when he sleeps. He was putting off so much body heat I kept scooting away from him. At about 4:00 AM I found myself pinned against Ryan on the left side and Remington was literally halfway under me.
I LOVE to snuggle, but not if it is gonna keep me awake all night! I got up and moved Remington back to floor. Then he was crying and squirming. He was doing the "I gotta go PEE" dance but he was too tired to know what was going on. I helped him get up, sent him on his way to the bathroom, and then I heard him crying...again...he couldn't get the light on. I jumped up, ran to the bathroom, turned the light on, and then listened to him cry, yet again, while peeing because I hurt his feelings. So, I apologized. Then, back to bed, this time Rem was on the floor.
After laying down I rethought my lofty goal of getting up at 5:30 AM to run. I reset my alarm (which is my cell phone) to 6:45, and then, somewhere in between the kids climbing into our bed, AGAIN, my phone got pulled off the nightstand. Unbeknownst to me, the battery came out when it landed, and hence, the alarm never went off!
And now, I am finally off to bed. (This post is to remind me in 30 years why I used to be so tired.)
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Not Quite How I Planned
Posted by Lena at 9:40 PM
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This all sounds so normal to me, except the running at 5:30 part! I think you should post some lemon pictures. . .That was so fun, and the entertainment is cheaper for you since you have the lemons.
That was such a great writing style: You should write short stories, Lena!
I'm starting to wonder if we have the same kids. Sounds VERY familiar.
And, by the way, I'm pretty sure you looked ravishing - even with rooster hair.
I have had nights like that minus Rem, other things wake me up and I too have missed the alarm. The frantic glance at the clock and the I am supposed to be somewhere right now, give you quite the shot of adrenalin! But not the kind I like.
This is in response to your comment on my blog, cause I don't know how else to "talk" to you:
First, Saylor goes to a charter school which = no bus system. Otherwise she would for sure be riding it! I sure as heck never got a ride to school!
Second, I KNOW! What IS up with hormones these days? They are taking over my world. I sympathize with you. I never suffered until pretty recently as well. Here's my advice (cause I know you want some): channel it, baby. Use it for the better good...which means, of course, blog about it!
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