I don't know what the heck is going on. It's not like we have a newborn in the house, or even a baby, for that matter! We have two toddlers and a preschooler. So why am I so sleep deprived? It's not Baby who is giving us these sleepless nights....it's Middle. Last night he was WIDE AWAKE from 3-4:30am. Crying and begging to watch Noggin on TV. We have to walk a fine line because the other two are sleeping in the room directly across the hall, so we are sort of at Middle's mercy, and I'm pretty sure he realizes that. My favorite excuse--teething--is out, because Middle has all 20 teeth. And there's no medical reason--that was confirmed at his doctor appointment on Tuesday. Maybe it's because he's still napping? But he's not yet 3! He SHOULD still be napping. So I'm at a loss. And the worst thing of all? His cry. It pierces me to my core. It's the same colicky cry that he's had since birth. Eldest and Baby can throw the dooziest of temper tantrums, and I'm fine. I can shrug it off. Or let them cry until they wear themselves out. But when Middle does his shrieking (day or night), I want to claw my eyeballs out. Finally, at 4:30, after Hubby and I had each been up with him, Hubby threw (literally threw) him into bed with us, where he promptly fell asleep. Trouble with that is that the alarm goes off at 6:15. And wakes him right up. Needless to say, I was very eager to get out of the house this morning. My mother-in-law is gonna have a tough day with Middle, because I'm quite sure he won't nap for her (he never does). So tonight, when Hubby and I return to the Trenches, I'm sure we will both be doing the countdown to bedtime.
On a completely different note, the holiday season has officially begun: I heard the drunk lady singing the 12 Days of Christmas on the radio this morning. I HATE that song.
As I was venting to Hubby this morning via e-mail about work, he sent me back a response that said "Keep your head up, and know that your husband loves you." Sometimes, that's all a gal needs to hear.