Friday, September 25, 2009

Not a fun day.

It is only 8:30 a.m. and already I am in the foulest of moods. I awoke with a headache when Micah woke up at 7:00 a.m. for his second feeding of the night (okay, of the morning) and I was already dreading the day. I managed to go back to sleep for a minimal time after he was done, but then Cody and Jamie barged into my room very loudly and my stress level sky-rocketed. I did not want them waking Micah, but they did. Cody handed me two granola bars. Dips, actually. Chocolate-coated, chocolate chip granola bars. That's what he wanted for breakfast. I told him to get out of my room and close the door and I would be out in a bit to feed them. Yeah right. They were in and out every thirty seconds, waking up Micah and adding to my fury. I did not have a good sleep last night, so I was not happy to begin with, but my head just hurt so bad and I didn't want to face the day. On top of that, today is Friday but I found out a couple of days ago that Mike will be working all day tomorrow too at a golf tournament. That means I only get one day of help this week, and I can hardly even function just thinking about it because I am so exhausted this week.

I did manage to drag my butt out of bed, and miraculously, Micah seemed happy to stay in the cradle so I left him there. The first thing I saw when I exited my room was Jamie, in his room across the hall. He was standing by Cody's bed, holding Cody's glasses and twisting them at the most ungodly angle. The arm is now broken off. How many weeks ago did they break the last time?? I would say three at the most, though I really don't remember anything anymore. I started to cry. How in the world are we going to do this with Cody's glasses when he has two little brothers to pulverize them? I know Micah can't yet, but he will.

I just booted Cody outside. I think I should only have one child at a time this morning. Micah is still sleeping, so I now have Jamie, and even he is driving me nuts this morning. It takes a lot for Jamie to drive me nuts because he is so incredibly cute and sweet, but today I have no tolerance for anything and given that he broke the glasses first thing in the morning, we started off on the wrong foot.

I think we can officially say that Micah is not sleeping through the night at eight weeks old. That probably sounds ridiculous, but I really hoped he would seeing both of his brothers did. Three out of five nights this week he has slept from 10 or 11 p.m. until between 4:30-5:30 a.m. That means he is on his way, but it is not happening yet.

Great. Cody is already back in the house. He refuses to go back out, so he is now in his room, snarking. (I know that is not a real word, but in our house it is very real.) Jamie is literally rolling on the floor in front of me having a tantrum. He is not sleeping well these days. Last night he was awake past 9 p.m. and they had gone to bed just after 7 p.m.

Okay, it is now 11:11 a.m. and things are not improving. I am extremely annoyed, and that is a major understatement. Jamie is in a flap over everything, and Cody refuses to go outside, so I have been trying to handle all three of them at once for most of the morning. Nothing I can do will satisfy Jamie at this point in time. Micah just settled, after puking all over me. I had to change my pants because they were so wet. I had to change his outfit too. I hope he will sleep for a while. I really feel like I cannot handle any of this today. I just want to curl up in a ball in a quiet place and have someone else take care of everything, even for just a few hours. I guess we all have our impossible dreams, right?

I think I better just end this post here because I have had so many interruptions I can't even think straight. I don't have much positive to say at the moment anyway, so it is probably just as well that I sign off. Here's hoping tomorrow is better. Traditionally, a Saturday would be. I am not counting on it this weekend. And now Micah is starting to cry. Wow. Bye for now.

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