okay, fine, it’s not entirely true.

i’m only a bitch sometimes. and these times seem to correspond with me having to wake up in the middle of the night. or having to wake up too early. against my will. then i become uber-bitch. that’s your cue to run. run like forest gump.  

don’t get me wrong. i did the not sleeping for more than 3 hours at a time thing with all three of my babies. and didn’t complain. well, not too much. i guess post-partum a woman’s body just adjusts and sleepless nights become the norm. but luckily, these nights didn’t take much out of me. mostly, the babies would wake, i’d shove a boob in his or her mouth and she’d be back asleep until the next feeding. i didn’t have to do much “conscious-time” during those early months.

but then your body readjusts. it adjusts back into that sleeping-all-night mode. where you crawl into bed and don’t wake up until the morning when your alarm goes off or a child toddles in. perhaps the occasional re-pacification or the occasional filling up of a child’s water bottle. these things i can handle. no problem.

it’s the times when i’m awoken from a deep sleep and need to behave like a human being that i run into problems. when i need to have a conversation. when i need to TALK a child into going back to sleep. when the baby is up and she just won’t go back to sleep. when a child is having a night terror. when i have to go and find the tylenol and who the hell knows where it is. when i have to administer meds to a child who is the devil just won’t take it. 

this weekend was chock full of these good times. three of the five of us are sick – the husband, the boy, and the baby. plus, she’s teething like a motherfucker. no, i’m not kidding. every time i put my finger in her mouth i get bitten, of course, and i can feel another tooth coming in. she got them, so now her mouth is playing catch-up, and we are all paying the price. she’s also been having night-terrors of late. where she can’t be consoled. and it scares the living crap out of me. she’s 14 months old. it’s too early for night terrors.

and the time change didn’t do us any favors. the entire family was up this morning at 4:45. (not that 5:45 would have been much better…since either way there would have been cursing from me). 4:45. sheesh, i’m tired. but the coffee seems to be helping. pray for me that tonight is better. i could use some sleep.

sleep issues aside, we had a pretty nice jam-packed weekend, which included a free-trip to Deerhurst, Chuck E. Cheese (a place where a kid can be a kid, unless she is 14 months old and just wants to run around and steal everyone’s skee-ball balls and climb up on everything. he. i said balls.), the Baby and Toddler Show, where i was representing for Urbanmoms. and i even got me a t-shirt. check out fabulous this morning for a full recap.

some good ole’ TAR snarkiness

~ Kentucky lives to see another week. although, i fear that they may not be long for this game. they are awesome…but they are sooo slow. Philli-poo….it’s Dave and Mary’s THIRD chance.

~”London” “Ask him what country that’s in” “England” he.

~Dave and Mary looking for “booketing” at the airport. ah, love!

~the trap! genius!Kimberly was the #1 victim for me.