Who coined that phrase? Obviously, they know diddlysquat about babies. Or at least my baby. We’ve gone weeks without sleep in my house. People, I’m talking weeks. Do you hear me? Am I making myself clear?
It’s true. It’s all true. There have been many a sleepless night in my house for the past many, many, many weeks. I don’t actually know how many weeks anymore. My ability to complete basic math computations has failed me. Trust me though….it has been weeks. You probably got that part already though, right?
So, why all the sleepless nights? It has something to do with a baby. I mean you don’t actually think I’m the one waking up in the middle of the night crying, pooping my pants or wanting to nurse did you? Nope. Not me this time. It’s my babypants. High maintenance middle of the night baby antics happening here.
What you probably didn’t know though is that not only does my babypants have all types of middle of the night shenanigans but now he has them during the day too. What kind of shenanigans you ask? The no napping anymore, at all, never ever kind. It’s like final destination except at my house there aren’t 5 sequels lined up. Just one….no sleep.
So back to the question at hand, who coined the term sleeping like a baby? What does that mean? In my house it means not sleeping. Sleeping like a husband. Sleeping like a dog. Sleeping like a cat. I would like to try one of those, please.
I’m totally bananas about independence day and lucky for me so is the small town I live in. Today is the one day out of the year that my town shuts down and goes completely bananas from sun up to sun down. Today comes complete with house decorating contests, 5k runs, dog pageants, parades, soapbox derby racing, mummers, river raft races and a boatload of patriotism.
Today was absolutely glorious as usual. Hope you enjoyed celebrating old glory today too!
Yep. This is my kid. I found him on a mission in baby jail. Maybe looking for a way out. Looking for a spoon to dig his way to China. Searching for the missing teeth (more on that later). Or perhaps he just wanted some light reading from the stack of books by the baby jail. I’m not sure what the agenda was. What I am sure of though is now I have to lower the mattress. Ya know..for safety reasons and all. I’ll be sad to see the pretty crib skirt leave tonight but responsible parents ditch the cribskirt to keep the kid alive. At least that is what I read on google.
Ta Ta crib skirt. Hello lowered, impossible to put my kid to sleep in, mattress. Sweet dreams.