It’s 5am and I can’t sleep. The baby’s sleeping, I should be sleeping. I will certainly regret this later today when I have a house full of snow day kids home, bored, begging to play in the snow that I’ll have to crush them and say no since I hate cleaning up just played in the snow mess- puddles of water, hats, gloves, and socks.
About an hour ago, something dropped in the shower and woke us up. (P.S. Those suction cup thingies that are supposed to stay on tile, do not actually suck which totally sucks and they only fall in the middle of the night, naturally.) I was alarmed and couldn’t go back to sleep. So I started reading on my phone.
Got an email that my kids’ school was cancelled for snow. Then the phone rang, with another message about the school closing. I went to deliver the news to the troops so they could just sleep in (with the ulterior motive that I could also sleep in.) Then my husband’s alarm on his phone went off, naturally, it was still in his work pants from last night, DOWNSTAIRS. Since I was already up and awake, I agreed to go down and turn it off (also because he has no idea how to use it and he would have just brought it to me to turn off- you think I kid.)
On my way down the steps, I stepped in dog pee and just missed a pile of poop. Fucking Fab! I spent the next 45 minutes cleaning the rugs like some crazy person, scrubbing, spraying, vacuuming, drying, smelling to make sure I had gotten it all, I know,I’m gross and crazy, but the baby climbs on those steps!
So now I have the smell of carpet cleaner scalding my brain, I’m convinced I didn’t get all the smell of pee up, but I’ll never know since this cleaner smell has taken over my sense of smell, my hands are dry from having washed them 18 times and I’m WIDEFREAKING AWAKE when I should be sleeping!
So I figured just as good a time as any to write, since most of the time I simply don’t have time to take my eyes off of the baby. (I call him Baby Navy Seal. He can get into or out of anything. Yesterday, ALONE, he had a bloody nose and a fat lip that he reinjured 3 different times and that was just a regular Wednesday.)
But then I got a little sweaty and nervous when I opened up my site. I don’t know why I get such anxiety about writing here now, but I do. I have gotten out of the habit and become nervous about sharing useless, unnecessary things (see above), sharing too much, or not sharing enough. So I just don’t. But I did this morning and so there you go.
I’m hoping to get back into it more, really I am, it is an incredible release and one that I definitely notice a difference in myself when I do, but I’ll be taking baby steps, mostly because my baby is taking too many.
I’m so sorry you couldn’t get back to sleep because YEP, you will regret that later when you’r dead dog tired from chasing around Baby Navy Seal and his brigade of merry snow dayers.
I for one will say it doesn’t matter to me if your posts are “about” anything or just a quick note to say “hey”. I read you anyway cause your funny even if you don’t mean to be sometimes. For instance, I can actually see you sniffing the stairs like some chick on a three-day leave. And I’m sorry but that’s funny.
Have a good day. Don’t let the kids make you too crazy
i love when you post anything! i need the relief of reading i’m not the only one as much as you need to write it. so please, keep on
I totally feel your not-able-to-go-back-to-sleep pain. Happens to me ALL the time. And also with the pee stepping. Thankfully I have hardwood floors so its just a wipe up mess now, but I had many many years of carpet and dogs to deal with before then!
AND…Don’t ever feel anxious here! We all love to hear from you no matter what the tone of the post is. We may not be neighbors or “real life friends” but we are all in this together.(-; Chin up! We love ya!
We rarely get snow here, but I’m the same way as you about it. My husband will play outside with them in it and I’ll put on my happy face and make hot chocolate and pretend it is fun. But I really hate it.
My baby is also a master of destruction. Not to himself so much as my house. If someone listened in all they would hear is “No Ben!” a million times.