Thursday, April 23, 2009


Yesterday I was feeling kind of awesome.
At 5:30 a.m. Addison woke up crying, which is super unusual for her. I scooped her out of her crib and pulled her in bed with us. She immediately nestled down and starting snoring like a 60 year old with sleep apnea. She didn't wake to her Dad's alarm clock. She didn't hear him in the shower or leave for work. She lay in bed, snoring, until 9:25 a.m.
I had considered getting up and leaving her there. Maybe I'd make a pot of coffee, take an uninterrupted shower, read the news in peace. But let's be real, I lay in bed nuzzled next to my sleeping little dwarf.
We spent the day running errands, eating and playing. It was a good day.

This morning I am not feeling as awesome.
At 4:44 a.m. Addison woke up calling my name over and over. I plodded into her room, got her out of the crib and attempted to lull her back to sleep in our bed. It was NOT a repeat of yesterday. She tossed and turned. She sat up and flopped down. She smacked me in the face with a renegade arm and kicked her dad in the back - repeatedly.
I begrudgingly got out of bed at 5:25 a.m. and brought my darling daughter downstairs. She cuddled with me and the cat on the couch for a bit. She colored. She looked out the window. We watched The Little Mermaid...and next thing I knew she was curled up on the floor, snoring.
She was back up and ready to face the world by 8:20 a.m. So far she has spilt her milk, pinched her finger in the baby gate, taken a crayon to the couch and dismantled a Sex and the City season on DVD. I am not feeling so ready to face the world.

But the world will be faced. We have errands to run, lunches to eat and a house to avoid cleaning. The sun is shining and the weather is beckoning me, albeit slowly, off the couch.


Mich said...

oh boy - too bad Addison didn't want to give you a repeat performance. Our darling wanted to exercise her lungs lastnight...over and over and finally we resorted to putting her in her carseat in the middle of the living room - it worked...and we slept. It was glorious. I am hoping that we also don't have a repeat performance.

Good luck today!

Gibby said...

Isn't it amazing how great one day can be and how the next is...not so good? Hopefully things will look up!

ck said...

I hope it was Season 1 or 2. I hate the episodes where Carrie "talks" to the viewer. It's bad enough I watch the show (still...) but I don't need them trying to engage me in my guilty pleasure. It's just...ick.

Anyway, I hear you on the baby-in-bed troubles. That is EXACTLY what happened when we "brought" our two year-old into our bed to try and steal a few extra minutes (hours). First day worked beautifully, after that it was awful. No more snuggling in the bed for her. I'm pretty convinced, even at 4, she still does not understand the whole "gentle" concept.