Lucy Lime

So the two-year old must be going through a growth spurt. This is the only thing I can think of as to why he insists on waking up between 11pm-2am and staying up til 2am-4am. Now, last night I think it was my fault.

He is a heavy drinker. Just like his mother. Ok, his father.

Anyway, we went swimming last night (the best nightly ritual I have ever come up with) and I thought, "Babelette needs something to drink to keep his belly full so he will fall asleep in the car on the way home, let's get some Powerade from the machine!"

Yeah, I realize this flawed thinking. I realized it at 2am when I was finally getting to sleep. So no sugar anything after late afternoon. Milk or water to drink. But, that is tricky because I am of the mind-set that you don't indulge kids with cow's milk. It is bad for your health, can lead to obesity later in life, and has tons of crap in it. The organic stuff is ok but gets expensive when you let your kids drink as much milk as they'd like to. We buy Lactaid. Hubby is allergic to dairy and Little D seems to have picked up the regular milk intolerance part of it. Lactaid is fine but it costs as much as organic. Soy milk tastes like ass so we will have to come up with something. But I digress.

He's been doing this evil wakey wakey thing for the past few weeks. Not every night, mind you, just often enough for me to want to kill myself. When he wakes, he is hungry. We feed him and the food gives him energy. He really can't help it. Being that I have an 8am class to teach so I have to be up at 6am, Hubalicious keeps Mini-Poo in the bedroom while I ride it out on the couch.

I used to be afraid of sleeping on the couch. Something about being out in the open where Michael Meyers or Freddie Krueger could attack does not appeal to me, never has. I like doors. Shut doors. Just a weird thing about me. I began my couch journey over a month ago when I got sick. I went out there because I was afraid of waking up the fam with my coughing fits. Now I kinda like sleeping out there. It is like my own little room except for the following joys!!!!

I get pounced on by the amazing flying feline, Lizzie, each night.

I get to smell the abovementioned feline's shit every night, wafting from the litterbox.

I get to hear damn cat's meowing when she can see her reflection in the bottom of her bowl.

I get pains from cat making biscuits on stomach and poking dagger-like feet in ribs.

I am cold and lonely.

I get to fume because husband is getting to cuddle up to sweet, radiator child.

It does not make for a peaceful slumber. I could take some pills (Advil PM is my favorite!) but What if I sleep through the alarm??? I love my job and would hate to be late and that is way too unprofessional. I could kill the cat but I did make a promise to her to love her and take care of her when I adopted her. I could turn up the heat in the house but husband would just come along and turn it down again. Then bitch about my jacking the heat up to 42 degrees or something.

Agh! I need some sleep.

Labels: couch, damn cat, sleep or lack thereof