Feeling the love (and the lack of sleep)

Posted on | February 16, 2010 | 2 Comments

I think I scored thirty minutes of sleep last night. Total. I would say that I didn’t sleep at all, except that I had this really weird dream that Husband and I were sleeping in this really old house and the bedroom door wouldn’t close. I kept trying to get it to close and lock but it wouldn’t stay shut. Husband got really cranky and just wanted me to come back to bed but I couldn’t sleep unless I got that door closed. Finally he got me to give up and I crawled back in bed. About that time, my in-laws came in through the door and wanted to talk about why the door wouldn’t shut. Curious, right? Throw in the fact that there were like seven strange children milling around the house in various college sports attire and you have the makings of one odd REM cycle.

I don’t know what was wrong with J last night. He didn’t want me to put him down. If I was holding him tight he would sleep, but if I started to drift off at all and relax, he woke up screaming. I’m thinking that it’s reflux related so I’ve discontinued my attempt at supplementing with formula and will not give him any more rice cereal until he gets several good nights of sleep under his belt.

So with my thirty minute cat nap, I’m now a highly competent and functioning attorney at law. Seriously… how do we do that? Is there some sort of super-gene that you develop when you have a baby that allows you to get minimal sleep with maximum results? Because I’m at work, fully dressed, and billing time like I spent yesterday at a spa… which, by the way, would be AWESOME right about now.

Also, on an unrelated (but totally awesome) note, I “woke up” this morning to discover a tasty little treat… I was nominated for my very first Blogger award by Shell at Not Quite Susie Homemaker. What a fabulous, non-deserved but totally wonderful way to start my day. Thank you, thank you, thank you! (I resisted the urge to wallow in the Sally Fields of it all…. )Apparently Shell is also a glutton for punishment because she seems to want me to share seven things about myself… here goes:

1. As per my dream above, I can not sleep with a door open. It creeps me out. I feel like if my bedroom door is shut it’s a last line of defense against someone who might break in. I used to have to have it locked, too, but having J has changed that.
2. I hate having my picture taken with a fiery passion. My wedding pictures are some of the only pictures I’ve ever actually liked in my whole life. The reason? Probably an insane amount of airbrushing and definitely a fabulous photographer in Kellie Kano. (and check out her amazing kid photos… I’m taking J in April!)
3. In fourth grade I missed an outrageous amount of school and almost didn’t pass the grade. I was sick ALL the time, partly because I would worry myself sick thinking about eternity. (yeah. I was one weird kid).
4. I can’t hold a grudge. It sucks. I’d really like to hold a grudge against some people, but I just can’t do it. It makes my stomach hurt.
5. I get really annoyed if a toilet paper roll doesn’t have the paper pulling over the roll. It unnaturally pisses me off to have one pull under.I’ve been known to change them in public restrooms and at other peoples’ houses.
6. I have a fear of sharing drinks with people. Even Husband. If someone takes a sip of a drink I’m drinking, I just give it to them. It totally grosses me out.
7. I still totally listen to teeny bopper pop music from the late 90’s when I work out. Nothing gets me fired up like a little NSYNC and Britney Spears. But I’m so embarrassed by it that I only have it on my IPod shuffle and refuse to let other people know what I’m listening to.

There ya have it! I’m supposed to share the blog love with some of my favorite little blogs and I will… but for now I have to get to work. Thanks again, Shell!

POSTSCRIPT: Just read through this. Good Lord. Talk about stream of consciousness. I sound like one big run on sentence. Guess the coffee is working! 🙂


2 Responses to “Feeling the love (and the lack of sleep)”

  1. Lydia B.
    February 17th, 2010 @ 2:39 am

    Can we rename this one 'The Truth About LawMomma'? I love it. Also, I wish I couldn't relate to the sleep stuff but it's my life, too. I am slowly going crazy.
    Love your beautiful blog!
    xo, Lydia

  2. JNB
    June 6th, 2012 @ 8:40 pm

    I share your weirdness about open doors and someone drinking after me. Reading your blog makes me feel a little more “normal”, so thank you for that!

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