I just need to chronicle my nights over the last 2 weeks as some sort of document of how insane my life gets. Of the last 14 nights I’ve had 3 nights of shortened/restless sleep due to travel, 4 nights interrupted due to Wesley’s resurgence of foot cramps, (It’s because I’d been telling people they were getting better. I CURSED MYSELF.) 2 nights of weird stomach cramp issues from Wesley that I’m now blaming on Fritos. One of those nights was gave me about 3 hours of very, VERY interrupted sleep. And then last night…the pinnacle of it all…I was sleeping with Nikki and I woked up to her – wait for it…
PUKING ON ME.
Yes. ON me. That is a horrible way to wake up, I was frenzied but unconscious and having trouble processing what was going on. It was basically me scrambling around saying, “Nikki! Wait! Nikki! What? Nikki! Ack!” Until I finally just carried her to the bathroom during a lull and put her in front of the toilet.
I cleaned all 40 million puke-soaked blankets (damn winter) off the bed and cleaned myself up. We decided to sleep in the bathroom because she was worried she’d not realize she was puking again. Even sleeping in FRONT OF THE TOILET, she still missed and puked on the floor the next go around. Therefore, I woke up every time she moved, trying to make sure she made it to the toilet.
You know, because sleeping on the floor of the bathroom would otherwise be SO PEACEFUL without the waking up when you hear your child move.
She also became weirdly chatty. While she was puking she was miserable, but then she was Miss Personality.
Finally, at 3:30am, my normal wake-up time, I gave up trying to sleep and came down to work. Wes was already sleeping in my office, which I can’t explain. He’s been sleeping in there in the mornings while I work, I have no idea why he slept in there all night. I set Nikki up in there too so I could start my day and (hopefully) get some actual work in between pukes and before it (hopefully not) hits me.
I’m constantly hearing people say, “Oh…I only get/need 5-6 hours of sleep a night.” And I always feel like a big giant wus when I say, “Oh, that’s insane. I need 8 hours and I do everything in my power to get it. I can’t help getting up at 3:30am so I try to be in bed by 8pm as many nights a I can.”
I feel like it’s me admitting I’m still a child while the rest of the world has grown up.
But, y’all. I AM STILL A CHILD. I need my sleep! I become and emotional basketcase when I’m over-tired. And these last two weeks have not helped which is why I’m eating non-stop and sobbing over DisneySide videos with shadow-dancing Mickey Mouse!
(You cried too, didn’t you?)
So. Another day with minimal sleep. I’ll try my best to keep my emotional extremes to commercials for maxipads (Like a Girl gets me EVERY. DAMN. TIME.) and to cute videos of Red Pandas playing in the snow. And pray no one cuts me off at an intersection or honks at me for not turning when it was clear. I may just park on the shoulder of the road and cry for hours if that happens.
Or, I could always get the Crazy Giggles. That happens too when I’m overtired. And let me tell you, Crazy Giggles is just as scary to an outsider as Constant Sobbing.
Wish me luck! Here’s to emotional stability even without proper sleep!