Posted on | May 10, 2010 | 15 Comments
I jinxed myself.
I mean, that’s really the only possible answer to what happened to me yesterday. It was really a less than stellar Mother’s Day on all fronts. I didn’t get anything… not even a card, but I knew that going in. Husband and I are on a tight budget to try and pay off some credit card debt so we discussed not getting gifts for Mothers Day and Fathers Day. Of course, secretly I hoped he would do something anyway… but I should know him better than that by now. If he says he’s not gonna do something, he’s not gonna do it.
So the plan was to sleep in while Husband cared for J and then made me breakfast. The plan… did not really work.
J woke up at 7 as usual and Husband kept saying “one more minute” every time I would roll over and look at him. FINALLY Husband got up and went and got him but lets face it, by that point I was wide awake. I forced myself to stay in bed for another thirty minutes just to basically spite Husband and force him to spend alone time with J. Then I got up and made my way into the kitchen and turned on the oven to pre-heat.
Let me also inform you that although “technically” Husband made me breakfast, I went to the store and bought myself exactly what I wanted and told him where it was. Yeah. I’m that much of a control freak. So I pre-heated the oven for the cinnamon buns and then went into the living room to play with J. Husband went out in our backyard and cut some roses from our rose bush and put them in a vase and then made the breakfast… including Poinsettias (Cranberry Juice and Champagne) of which I may have had more than a few.
We then trekked out to the Verizon store to buy Husband a Droid phone because I’m a tool and mine was happily in my pocket when I went to the bathroom on Saturday. Just hanging out in my pocket like a good phone. But apparently I haven’t been good to my Droid and it wasn’t happy with me. It threw itself out of my pocket a la Bella Swan in New Moon, and cliff dived into the toilet. Where I’d just finished peeing.
Insert bad word I don’t feel like saying today.
Short story? Phone died. Totally. And Husband’s phone was due for an upgrade so I got his old (ahem, CRAPPY) phone, and he has a fancy Droid like mine was before it committed suicide.
So we came back home and Husband went off to work. I actually didn’t have a terrible afternoon. J and I spent some time outside and ran a few errands. Nothing fancy. He wasn’t napping all that great and was pretty exhausted by bedtime. I put him down like I’d been doing the past few nights only now? He’s learned to sit himself up. So when I would go to check on him, he’d be sitting up in the crib, wailing at me. How do you make him lie down and sleep!?!?!
That pattern continued… ALL. NIGHT. Husband got home around 10:30 and I tried to go to bed only to be met with extreme resistance to that idea. It seemed that a) J wanted my full attention and b) Husband wanted to play his video games. Oh, I’m sorry guys. I thought it was MOTHER’S DAY.
J was awake until around 12:30 and then dozed off until about 1. And then stayed awake. Until 5:30. Screaming at me. Crawling on me. And on several occasions when I almost passed out from sheer exhaustion? My loving son found my nipple and pinched it. Seriously. He would slam his little hand down on my t-shirt and pinch my nipple. Trust me when I say that will most definitely discourage you from sleeping.
Finally I put him in his crib, that Husband has not yet lowered despite repeated requests, and thought he could play there while I dozed a bit. Erroneous. He started pulling himself up on the railings. I could totally envision him catapulting over the side and onto the hardwood floors so that didn’t help ease me to dreamland. I picked him back up and at 5:30 I hauled his still wide awake batookis into Husband and plopped him down.
“HERE. You take him.” I was all but screaming at this point. “He will not sleep. I must sleep. Must get some sleep. Please take him.”
My words may or may not have come out in sentence form and there may have been foreign languages used. I don’t know. I’m still half-asleep now.
To his credit, Husband stepped up to the task and I fell back into the bed in the nursery hoping to drown out the screams. Only you know what? HE DIDN’T SCREAM. Yeah. It turns out he really just wanted to snuggle with Dada because the stinker fell fast asleep almost immediately. And therefore so did I. Until about 7:40 when I realized I was going to be late for work if I didn’t get my ass out of bed.
It was not the best Mother’s Day ever. And last night was hell. But I feel certain that things are going to get better… sure, that’s mostly because it would be hard for a night to go worse than last night unless an ambulance was involved, but everyone has to start somewhere.