(Ever just have one of those days?)
4:00am: Daniel is screaming. Why god, why? Pretend to sleep, let Greg deal
4:20am: Greg brings Daniel into bed with us. No more room, but silence. Ahh, blessed silence
5:00am: what is Greg doing? He's taking Daniel back to his crib. Screaming ensues
5:30am: screaming still going on, no break. I finally get up and take him downstairs to show him, look, its nighttime still. Put no lights on, no tv. No fun, right. Little man toddler-runs to the fridge and bangs on it. I get him his cup of milk. He toddler-runs back to the stairs clutching his cup like its a lifeline. Crawls up stairs, heads to our room and stands patiently at my side of bed. I plop him and cup in. Fast asleep in seconds. Mind you, he hasn't even had any milk yet.
7:30am: He's waking up again, time to get up anyway. Playgroup is at 9 after all. Fix breakfast, give Daniel amoxocillan (first ear infection...oh the joy), change clothes, actually get to brush my teeth and hair. No shower today...oh well. Change poopy diaper again...blech. Just lovely...the antibiotics are doing a number on his system.
9:00am: Head to playgroup. Fun fun! He always has fun, I get to talk to new-found friends, etc. He plays for maybe 20 minutes when whoops! Poopy diaper again. Head off to change it...blech! Good thing I love him.
9:40am: Lady is there to talk about pediatric dentistry...lets Daniel use a giant toothbrush on her puppet dragon. Daniel would rather brush his hair with it. Get the info, laugh hystercially at the thought of Daniel sitting in a dentists chair.
9:44am: Daniel notices lightswitches that he can (gasp!) reach. Goes bananas switching on and off. I pull him away 6 or 7 times, he screams at the top of his lungs (his favorite new past-time by the way). Some kind mom moves a podium in front of the switches. Daniel SCREAMS and SCREAMS and SCREAMS.
9:48am: we leave, I waddle my big fat looks-more-than-15-weeks-pregnant body back out into the rain (did I mention it was raining?) and drag my ungrateful offspring back home, where he promptly devours a muffin and then takes a god-thank-you nap.
4:00am: Daniel is screaming. Why god, why? Pretend to sleep, let Greg deal
4:20am: Greg brings Daniel into bed with us. No more room, but silence. Ahh, blessed silence
5:00am: what is Greg doing? He's taking Daniel back to his crib. Screaming ensues
5:30am: screaming still going on, no break. I finally get up and take him downstairs to show him, look, its nighttime still. Put no lights on, no tv. No fun, right. Little man toddler-runs to the fridge and bangs on it. I get him his cup of milk. He toddler-runs back to the stairs clutching his cup like its a lifeline. Crawls up stairs, heads to our room and stands patiently at my side of bed. I plop him and cup in. Fast asleep in seconds. Mind you, he hasn't even had any milk yet.
7:30am: He's waking up again, time to get up anyway. Playgroup is at 9 after all. Fix breakfast, give Daniel amoxocillan (first ear infection...oh the joy), change clothes, actually get to brush my teeth and hair. No shower today...oh well. Change poopy diaper again...blech. Just lovely...the antibiotics are doing a number on his system.
9:00am: Head to playgroup. Fun fun! He always has fun, I get to talk to new-found friends, etc. He plays for maybe 20 minutes when whoops! Poopy diaper again. Head off to change it...blech! Good thing I love him.
9:40am: Lady is there to talk about pediatric dentistry...lets Daniel use a giant toothbrush on her puppet dragon. Daniel would rather brush his hair with it. Get the info, laugh hystercially at the thought of Daniel sitting in a dentists chair.
9:44am: Daniel notices lightswitches that he can (gasp!) reach. Goes bananas switching on and off. I pull him away 6 or 7 times, he screams at the top of his lungs (his favorite new past-time by the way). Some kind mom moves a podium in front of the switches. Daniel SCREAMS and SCREAMS and SCREAMS.
9:48am: we leave, I waddle my big fat looks-more-than-15-weeks-pregnant body back out into the rain (did I mention it was raining?) and drag my ungrateful offspring back home, where he promptly devours a muffin and then takes a god-thank-you nap.
