Aug 182006
I am a zombie.
Noah, meanwhile, is positively chipper. Right now, he’s downstairs chirping "Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah!" at Jill.
We spent a chipper hour awake, playing with the beads-on-stiff-wires toy, and watching Just Shoot Me reruns between 1-2 am. Then he remembered that he hadn’t eaten in a whole hour so we ow ow ow drained momma again until almost 2:30 am.
How is it possible that he woke up as usual at 5:30 am?
BRAAAINS! BRAAAINS!
You’re not alone as the only zombie today, my friend.
Yesterday, after I was diagnosed with probable kidney stones (oh, that’s what that crippling pain is!) I was up with Freddy (our 3 year old) till midnight watching Wizard of Oz (he took an absurdly long afternoon nap that threw off his sleep schedule). Madelaine would have mercifully stayed up with him if she didn’t have to deliver two babies. So, after I put Freddy to bed, I take a Tylenol Codeine, get into bed, and suddenly Andy (our one year old) wakes up screaming (because knowing when one of his parents is laying down in bed is one of his super powers). I’m up and down with him for over two hours. Andy wakes up at 5 and I take him downstairs to get him some Cheerios while my gut hurts and my head throbs (I’m going through caffeine withdrawal–I guess I picked a bad week to give up coffee…). While Andy nibbles Cheerios and dances to the Miffy theme song I pray for a quick death. Just then Madelaine stumbles in looking even worse than I feel. The babies were born healthy and beautiful, but, of course, she didn’t sleep. Somehow she manages to make pancakes and bacon, take a shower, and bathe Andy while I’m passed out for two hours. She then goes to work. She is a goddess. I am a grumpy, disheveled wimp.
My boys are playing with dinosuars figurines at my feet. A few minutes ago Freddy asked “Where are we going to go today, daddy?” I said “No particular place, buddy.” And he clapped and said “That sounds like so much fun!” Yes it does, son, yes it does.
LOL. That does sound fun. Wish I could go, but I have to be at a particular place called work.
Eric, you really need a blog. I love your stories about the boys.
I feel your pain. Although I don’t have kidney stones so I haven’t given up coffee, I did give up the Starbucks downstairs for a month, so I’m treating my zombification with crappy breakroom coffee.
I am so sorry about the kidney stones.
Noah and Joaquin could have a baby playdate at 2:00 in the morning.
I’m sorry and I hope today isn’t too rough. I have to say, though, that your new pump (or is it the one you rented?) sounds like the BOMB.