Friday, August 13, 2010

The Wee Small Hours is a Misnomer. These Hours Last Forever.

I did not sleep much last night.

Maybe 2 hours? But it's hard to say. I know that at 3:30 a.m. I downloaded an app for my ipod touch so that I could play solitaire for awhile (I won two out of three games). I know I turned the lights back out about an hour later, and still couldn't sleep. Until I did. And then woke up a half an hour later. And so it goes.

The cause of my non-sleep is currently sleeping on my chest, congested and unhappy that I spent the morning trying to suction out his nasal cavities. He gets very angry and sad when he can't breath; hence me: not sleeping last night. And I should point out that I get nervous and hovering when he can't breath; hence me: not sleeping last night.

Apparently all of my children were awake around 4:30 a.m. this morning. Ben, sleeping on the couch so that baby could sleep by me, took care of them, refilled their sippy cups, and sent them back to bed. They thought it was 9 p.m. If only they had slept like it was 9 p.m. but no. In fact everyone's sleep schedule has been wonky.

We are a wonky, wanky, (and might I add, cranky) group of people. Today shall be called a low-key day. I hereby decree it. Where's the chocolate?

Monday, August 2, 2010

another anniversary

Seriously. The wedding color was lavender (better to say lavender than purple), and my dad's sleeves had more ruffles than my mom's. (Hey. It was the seventies.) But those may well be indicators of a successful marriage because today marks my parent's 37th wedding anniversary Happy Anniversary, mom and dad.

(Now if only I had a picture of the bridesmaids hats...)