Yesterday MrZ and I were discussing AndyZ’s horrible nighttime sleep habits as of late. This is how the conversation went:
Me: Did you hear me freak out last night when he woke up for the millionth time?
Him: Yeah. I almost said something to you, but the smarter side of me took over and stopped.
Me: What did you almost say?
Him: I almost said something like, Why are you freaking out? It’s the first time he’s woken up.
Me: Good thing you didn’t say that. I can honestly say I would have punched you in the face. For real.
I am very much a morning person. Even if morning is 3am. Once I’m up for the day, and have had my first cup of coffee, I hit the ground running. I can do quite a bit the first few hours of the day and not really be in a bad mood about it. However, before that first cup of coffee? Don’t talk to me. Seriously. Saying that I’m not a nice person would be an understatement. I’m an angry hateful person who is likely to push you down the stairs if you speak. Which is why our house has no stairs.
Now, take that side of me and multiply it by 14 trillion? And that’s the evil me that get’s woken up throughout the night. Actually, if it’s every 2-3 hours? I’m not so bad. But if it’s more than every hour? Then I become deranged. There have been many times during Sleep Torture 2008 that I’ve thought about “accidentally” pushing MrZ out of the bed so that I’d feel better. Notice I didn’t say I wanted to push him out of the bed so he’d take care of the baby, that would do no good (most of the times the only thing that consoles him is the boob), but pushing him out of the bed for no reason? Always seems like it would make me feel SO HAPPY.
Lucky for him, I haven’t tested that theory yet.
Last night MrZ took care of AndyZ from about 7pm-10pm so I could get some uninterrupted sleep. Yes. I went to sleep a little after 7pm last night. And I’m DAMN PROUD of it.
MrZ’s motto is: Anything To Keep Her From Punching Me In The Face While I’m Sleeping.
He’s a smart man.