The Day After
Mar. 2nd, 2007 09:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
csberryI was a cranky SOB for much of the day yesterday. I did what work I HAD to do yesterday as soon as I could. Soon, I was crashed on the couch doing ham/spam and doing my best to get bored and pass out. Around 10am, JD called and said that if H'ville schools closed at noon because of the threat of weather, the preschool would be letting out an hour earlier.
Just as my eyes were spending a little too much time blinking and I was pondering if I should crash on the couch or move to the bedroom - I hear the low rumble of the garage door opening. My potential nap was effectively over. I muscled on and retreated to the bedroom around 3:30pm to have some quiet time. But JD was preoccupied with stuff in the kitchen and the boys invaded my sanctuary. My mind had devolved to the point where all my words were delivered with exhaustion and exasperation. Soon they grew weary of my sour puss and left. Shortly thereafter I slipped into a coma.
I was (quite literally) rudely awakened by Calvin grasping my shirt with both hands and shaking me vigorously. I bit my tongue before I completed, "Calvin, What the...!?" and swatted his hands away from me.
That nap did wonders with helping me regain my sanity, but I don't know what I'm going to do with Calvin. Yet another night has passed with him not falling asleep until close to 9pm and waking up close to 6am (11-12 hours is the target for both boys sleeping overnight). I'm getting sick of dealing with Calvin's "I'm too sleepy"-bitchy attitude in the morning. It's bad enough for me to get over my anti-morning views, let alone have him kicking and screaming in the morning about...well, everything.
Part of me is starting to think that JD isn't pushing Calvin to sleep as early as he has/should because he's slept all night long nearly every night since he became determined not to go to sleep at night. Or it could just be paranoia on my part. ;)
Just as my eyes were spending a little too much time blinking and I was pondering if I should crash on the couch or move to the bedroom - I hear the low rumble of the garage door opening. My potential nap was effectively over. I muscled on and retreated to the bedroom around 3:30pm to have some quiet time. But JD was preoccupied with stuff in the kitchen and the boys invaded my sanctuary. My mind had devolved to the point where all my words were delivered with exhaustion and exasperation. Soon they grew weary of my sour puss and left. Shortly thereafter I slipped into a coma.
I was (quite literally) rudely awakened by Calvin grasping my shirt with both hands and shaking me vigorously. I bit my tongue before I completed, "Calvin, What the...!?" and swatted his hands away from me.
That nap did wonders with helping me regain my sanity, but I don't know what I'm going to do with Calvin. Yet another night has passed with him not falling asleep until close to 9pm and waking up close to 6am (11-12 hours is the target for both boys sleeping overnight). I'm getting sick of dealing with Calvin's "I'm too sleepy"-bitchy attitude in the morning. It's bad enough for me to get over my anti-morning views, let alone have him kicking and screaming in the morning about...well, everything.
Part of me is starting to think that JD isn't pushing Calvin to sleep as early as he has/should because he's slept all night long nearly every night since he became determined not to go to sleep at night. Or it could just be paranoia on my part. ;)
