You may have noticed there has been a lapse in posts for the past few weeks. What? You didn't notice? You mean your cyber world doesn't revolve around my little corner of the internet?! I'm hurt.
My grand excuse is that instead of writing during the baby's naps, I've been sleeping too. Our once-upon-a-time 8 hour sleeper with the occasional few nights of unrest has turned into a 45 minute sleeper with the occasional night of a whopping 2-hour-long stretch. It hasn't been pretty.
Tiredness used to be because of too long of a midnight walk with my love or staying up too late chatting about anything and everything together. Now tiredness is due to walking down the hall too many times while holding a half-asleep baby or singing every song we know hoping that she'll fall sound asleep after just one more verse. I can't say I've hated every bit of it. There's something about snuggling and singing as a little family that warms my heart. I can say that I'm no longer planning on having 6 children.
The only thing worse than rolling out of bed, lumbering toward the baby's room, scooping her up, and bouncing her back to sleep is seeing a gigantic spider crawl out from behind your baby's crib after you've rolled out of bed, lumbered toward her room, scooped her up, and are just about done bouncing her back to sleep.
We're talking the King Kong of spiders. It was dark so I couldn't tell if it was hairy, but I decided to assume that it was probably a tarantula. I wished for the life of me that I had the kind of relationship with Husband that I could wake him up to come and kill it.
- Steven, wake up. King Kong is in the baby's room and I need you to come kill him.
- Why didn't you kill him?
- Oh, good question. I guess I do have a foot that stomps pretty well. Two infact...
Actually, Husband probably would have come and killed it. If I could have woken husband up. and if Kong didn't run and hide when I took my eyes off him. But I would have felt dumb for not having taking care of it myself.
So I looked around. Thankfully the only closet in the house is in the baby's room and thus my lesser worn shoes are also in the baby's room. I picked up a hiking boot with my toes and tried to imagine dropping it on Kong. I couldn't trust my accuracy while balancing on one foot, holding a baby. Also, I don't think it would have killed him. Did I mention he was huge?
If there was one spider in the room, there were probably more. And if there were more, they were probably living in my hiking boot. I resolved to wear my hiking boots more often to prevent this in the future and then jammed my foot in the boot hard enough to kill anything it touched. It didn't touch anything.
Kong had moved over to the dark corner of the room, but I thought I could see him. With shivers going up my spine, I stomped my booted foot right on his head. Unfortunately he was quick so it took another go. And of course the baby woke back up with all the commotion.
I assured her she was now safe, got her to sleep, walked way around dead King Kong on my way back to bed, and then tried not to picture spiders in my sheets for the rest of the night. Luckily, Baby woke me up again before I could have any bad dreams about Kong's revenge.
My grand excuse is that instead of writing during the baby's naps, I've been sleeping too. Our once-upon-a-time 8 hour sleeper with the occasional few nights of unrest has turned into a 45 minute sleeper with the occasional night of a whopping 2-hour-long stretch. It hasn't been pretty.
Tiredness used to be because of too long of a midnight walk with my love or staying up too late chatting about anything and everything together. Now tiredness is due to walking down the hall too many times while holding a half-asleep baby or singing every song we know hoping that she'll fall sound asleep after just one more verse. I can't say I've hated every bit of it. There's something about snuggling and singing as a little family that warms my heart. I can say that I'm no longer planning on having 6 children.
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| Lack of sleep never looked so good |
The only thing worse than rolling out of bed, lumbering toward the baby's room, scooping her up, and bouncing her back to sleep is seeing a gigantic spider crawl out from behind your baby's crib after you've rolled out of bed, lumbered toward her room, scooped her up, and are just about done bouncing her back to sleep.
We're talking the King Kong of spiders. It was dark so I couldn't tell if it was hairy, but I decided to assume that it was probably a tarantula. I wished for the life of me that I had the kind of relationship with Husband that I could wake him up to come and kill it.
- Steven, wake up. King Kong is in the baby's room and I need you to come kill him.
- Why didn't you kill him?
- Oh, good question. I guess I do have a foot that stomps pretty well. Two infact...
Actually, Husband probably would have come and killed it. If I could have woken husband up. and if Kong didn't run and hide when I took my eyes off him. But I would have felt dumb for not having taking care of it myself.
So I looked around. Thankfully the only closet in the house is in the baby's room and thus my lesser worn shoes are also in the baby's room. I picked up a hiking boot with my toes and tried to imagine dropping it on Kong. I couldn't trust my accuracy while balancing on one foot, holding a baby. Also, I don't think it would have killed him. Did I mention he was huge?
If there was one spider in the room, there were probably more. And if there were more, they were probably living in my hiking boot. I resolved to wear my hiking boots more often to prevent this in the future and then jammed my foot in the boot hard enough to kill anything it touched. It didn't touch anything.
Kong had moved over to the dark corner of the room, but I thought I could see him. With shivers going up my spine, I stomped my booted foot right on his head. Unfortunately he was quick so it took another go. And of course the baby woke back up with all the commotion.
I assured her she was now safe, got her to sleep, walked way around dead King Kong on my way back to bed, and then tried not to picture spiders in my sheets for the rest of the night. Luckily, Baby woke me up again before I could have any bad dreams about Kong's revenge.
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