Bad Night

Asher is sick with a mild cold. Most of the time he’s his usual self, but then he punctuates that with periods of bitchiness. One of those charming periods started last night at 10 o’clock, just when Ian and I were drifting off to sleep, and lasted until 12:45 a.m. During that time, he kicked me, scratched me, pinched my nipples, hit me in the face, and pulled my hair. It’s not fun trying to sleep with an attack baby by your side.

“Mom! I’m uncomfortable and mad, and you’re trying to sleep! What the hell? Don’t you know I’m The BABY? I RUN THE SHOW AROUND HERE. How dare you try to sleep!”

Ian snored—loudly—when I wasn’t talking to Asher or crying out of frustration. I eventually gave up and turned on our nightlight and the TV. Asher was delighted to be sitting up in bed watching the tube. “This is WAY more fun that sleeping or torturing you with my tiny fingernails, Mom!” Lucas slept fine until he wet the bed. At 12:30 a.m. we were all awake and looking at each other. Ian and I were both pissed off, Lucas wanted to snuggle with us and didn’t consciously realize that the reason he was out of his bed was because of the puddle in it. Asher thought it was grand to see everyone in the middle of that long, boring dark thing. What do they call it? Night?

I’m so freakin’ tired. The effects of sleep deprivation are cumulative, I’m certain of it.

13 Responses to “Bad Night”

  • amaniellen
    November 7, 2007 at 12:36 pm

    ugh, honey that sounds terrible. I fully understand interrupted or lacking sleep. Not on the scale you have it, methinks. I’m sending you Strength today. xoxoxo


  • sarabellae
    November 7, 2007 at 12:46 pm

    Thanks! I appreciate the sympathy. The worst part is that Asher is currently napping (the first of two or three naps for today) and I am jealous as hell. But I’m working (and LJing).

    xoxoxo back at ya.


  • amaniellen
    November 7, 2007 at 12:56 pm

    ugh. Hard not to resent that, eh? Hang in there, darling.


  • kittiliscious
    November 7, 2007 at 1:35 pm

    Sorry, Honey. That stinks.


  • joygantic
    November 7, 2007 at 2:09 pm

    Oh man, that doesn’t sound like fun. But I am fond of the phrase you coined: “Attack Baby” . . . imagining legions of Attack Babies being sent to overwhelm some enemy who hates our freedoms, depriving them of sleep, scratching them, muddling their brains, leaving them begging for democracy, or something.


  • mickibean
    November 7, 2007 at 2:30 pm

    man, that sounds tough honey! Wow, you really amaze me sometimes…even thru all the hard stuff like this, your still an awesome mom. Now I see why you said your kids were lucky they are so cute, heh:) Sending you love:) (and sleep for tonight!)


  • sundayhangover
    November 7, 2007 at 3:26 pm

    to quote Rosanne Barr “That’s why some animals eat their young”….. and in my opinion that is why babies are made to be so loving and beautiful. I’m sorry you had such a bad night, darlin’. The good thing is you can tell them that story when they are older and or when they have kids and you get HUGE gilt points. *muah* to all of you guys!


  • kimkimkaree
    November 7, 2007 at 5:41 pm

    sending you lots of kisses…


  • sarabellae
    November 7, 2007 at 11:47 pm

    Eh. At least he’s cute. After his nap this morning he was all giggles and rosy cheeks. I, on the other hand, feel like yesterday’s rewarmed toast. Thanks for the sympathy.


  • sarabellae
    November 7, 2007 at 11:53 pm

    Don’t forget the Attack Babies’ pinching of nipples attack—a teensy, tiny finger meets teensy, tiny thumb around an innocent nipple, squeezes and twists. The psi on that move is excruciating.


  • sarabellae
    November 7, 2007 at 11:54 pm

    Thanks, darling. I appreciate that so much. Love and sleep are exactly what I need.


  • sarabellae
    November 7, 2007 at 11:55 pm

    No kidding! If they weren’t cute, soft, and adoring I’da left ’em by the curb long ago.


  • sarabellae
    November 7, 2007 at 11:56 pm

    Right back at ya, gorgeous.


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