September 10th, 2002

A Pocket Full of Murder

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Urggggh. Went to bed at the fairly respectable hour of 10:45 last night, and was wakened at 3:15 by Simon. Fed him and put him down again, then spent the next half-hour trying to get back to sleep. I had almost succeeded when Simon woke up again. So, not really knowing what else to do with a wakeful and unhappy (but well-fed) baby in the middle of the night, and hoping it would have the desired soporific effect, I fed him again. But by the time I finished, far from being lulled back to sweet baby slumber, he had decided he was really and truly awake, and he was not going to sleep, nohow, contrariwise. In fact he was all keen to play with somebody, and when I didn't cooperate (aside from smiling at him, somewhat blearily, as I changed his diaper) he got really unhappy...

The long and the short of it was, I got about five very broken hours of sleep last night, in total, and I did not feel well at all when I woke up this morning. I got a sleepy, slightly crabby Nicholas up and sent him with Daddy to be dropped off at Oma and Opa's farm for the day; I fed Simon and put him back down to catch up on the sleep he missed last night; I sorted our recyclables and took out the garbage; and now I am eating a bowl of cereal, trying not to drool milk over my computer keyboard.

And as soon as I'm finished, I'm going back to bed. Yawn.