December 13th, 2010
There’s just nothing quite like a sleepless Sunday night to set the tone for a week, no? It’s hard to have a good feeling about the week ahead when, at 4am your entire family is awake and half of your family (the half under the age of 3) is crying.
Little Bear didn’t have a great night. He has The Cold that we all do and coughed himself awake several times. Like at 2am. And 4am. And 5:15am. And he didn’t just wake up. He woke up shrieking at the top of his lungs, giving the distinct impression that someone was throttling him in his crib.
While I was up at 4am, I realized that Miss Mouse was also awake and crying, and Josh staggered into her room to comfort her.
Then, when the alarm went off at 6 (rousting not only me but the small sleepy bear that had been snuggled up in bed with me since his 5:15 awakening), I noticed that Miss Mouse’s door was still ajar. I peeked inside and there they were, dad and daughter, curled up on the floor together, their heads pillowed on a large stuffed elephant. It would have been really sweet had it not underscored what a very long night it had been.
And, of course, after a night like that, you feel it the next day. Little Bear had a screaming meltdown at 6:30 this evening and spent a solid 30 minutes sobbing and thrashing until he finally calmed down enough to nurse and then sleep. Miss Mouse reportedly behaved like a wee zombie at school and was herself in bed and sound asleep by 7:15pm.
Here’s hoping tonight is better!