Archive for June 27th, 2009

Sleepless In Philadelphia

5:40 a.m.

That’s the time this morning that my darling Ginger got out of bed, went downstairs to look for me, and started crying when she realized that I wasn’t yet up and that she was all by her lonesome.

So she came back upstairs and stood outside my bedroom door crying. GrumpyDaddy was kind enough to get up and bring her into bed with us (I was just going to let her cry, but I’m cruel like that, given that I am the primary caretaker and spend more than my fair share of time with her).

This bored Ginger so she went in to see Fred, who happened to be up and shrieking happily in his crib, to play with him. This was my chance, I thought. I got up and started getting dressed, with the intention of sneaking downstairs for a cup of coffee before Ginger figured out that I was up.

Fat chance.

Before I could pull a new shirt on, she appeared in my closet, asking what I was doing. In my half-awake and very unhappy state, my first thought was to respond with, “what the hell do you think I’m doing, rocket scientist?” Thankfully my mommy instincts kicked in and I responded with something far more gentle.

I got Fred up and took the kids downstairs for breakfast, hoping that after some food, they could play together and leave me alone while I get some caffeine into my body. Instead, I spent the morning refereeing fights, putting both kids into time-outs for bad behavior, and generally hating life.

As I type this, it is 2:17 p.m. Ginger has not napped and Fred is just waking up from his. I’ve been up for eight and a half hours and am half dead to the world.

For the love of all that is holy, if you are childless, please sleep in extra-late tomorrow and keep in mind how lucky you are that you don’t have tiny people living with you who can wear you out more than basic training for the military.

And now I’m off for another can of Moutain Dew in my effort to make it through the day…

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