I’ve said this a million times and I meant it a million times. A million and one, though, is the back breaker. Lets start with Tuesday night. (I honestly had to stop and think about what day it was.)
Tuesday started at 3am when my alarm clock went off. I started my regular 10 hour shift at 5am and came home to make dinner really quick so The Captain could eat and get to class. Then I chased a 2 year old around for the rest of the night before giving him a bath and putting him to bed.
Wednesday I would have loved to have slept in a little but my lovely son has an internal clock that goes off at 5am, if not before. So we were up. Wednesday is my late day at work so I get to spend the morning with my family but also means that I am at work until 12:30am.
I checked in with the ER doctors and they assured me there was nothing pending so I decided to go home. Now I am on call until 4:00am. I got home last night at 1:00am and tried to wind down a little while praying I didn’t get called in. I did not get called in. I might as well have because I got just as little sleep as if I had been working all night. The rest of the night (morning) went like this:
1:45am Finally fell asleep
2:05am Mister came into my room wanting in our bed.
2:06am Fight with Mister about sleeping in his own bed
2:20am Mister is asleep in his own bed and I am tip toeing back to mine.
2:21am Head joyfully hits pillow.
2:24am Mister is in my room again.
2:25am Fight with Mister
Repeat the last 3 steps innumerable times until
5:10 Mister is in my room AGAIN and I give up.
I need SOME sleep and so does he. We both slept wonderfully until 7:00am when he decided he was up for the day. Really? He wanted to watch a movie. Perfect, you watch a movie and I will fall asleep on the couch.
7:10 Mister is completely fixated on The Fox and the Hound and I am asleep on the couch.
7:16 “Mamma!! Hungry!!!”
7:17 Make gun shape with hand and shoot self in face.
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