The Week Only Gets Worse
Dear Little George.
I really don't intend to spend the next three months whining but sometimes you have to tell it like it is. For some reason (hmmm, I don't know, the enormous high energy bump for which I am maintaining life?) I couldn't manage to get to sleep last night. Daddy had even switched our nice way-too-firm mattress for the soft cheap one we bought in Chicago and my hips were feeling great. So around 2 am, when Simon woke up yelling and moaning, I was primed and ready for action. All of Simon's recent sleep issues have been handled by placing a sippe cup of water in his hands. He can never find the cup which is always in the same place right next to him. I handed him the cup and he drank deeply and fell back asleep. I went back to our room. Fifteen minutes later there was more yelling and moaning and crying. I went in and he was thrashing around half awake, half asleep. We woke him up to find out what was wrong and he started talking about food. I fed him, read to him, and put him back to sleep. It was 2:45 am. He woke up again and again and finally decided, at 6 am, that he wasn't tired anymore so he had loud conversations with us (pretending to be himself as well as us) from the other side of his bedroom door... for an hour. By then it was time to get ready for work.
Welcome to our lives. We are the Kagles who do not sleep. Watch us go.
Love,
Mama