Paying my dues

I don't know why, but Sebastian gave me almost no sleep at all last night. Five minutes after I lay down I heard him fussing and crying. I went in, and he was asleep but very restless; moving and kicking his covers around. I soothed him (an arcane process which requires me to say "Shh, shh, shh" and stroke his hair), and went back to bed.

Fifteen minutes later he was fussing again, worse. Again I got up and soothed him.

Fifteen minutes later, same thing.

The fourth time he actually woke up. Teri woke up too, and both of us went to see him. He was very fussy and crabby. "I want a driiiink!".

"Okay, here's your cup of water."

"No, I want milk!"

"Okay, I'll go get it."

I grabbed his water-cup too, just in case it needed a refill. Came back up and he seemed asleep, but he reached right up for the milk. Drank a lot, then lay down again. After a few moments, he was sound asleep.

Or so we thought. Teri and I went quietly back to bed. As we walked into the bedroom, I said "He's not done, you know."

"I know."

Right on cue, there was a huge cry from Sebastian. We both ran back in.

"I want someone to sleep with me!"

"Mommy, or Daddy?"

"Daddy!"

There's no point fighting city hall. I lay down next to him, hoping he'd fall asleep soon. But no such luck. For the rest of the night he had to go to the potty, play with the cat, tell me some secrets (which I frankly did not understand), giggle, tickle me, etc. etc. etc. I doubt I got three hours of sleep total, and not even one hour uninterrupted.

And I was already tired going in.

I'm so bleeping tired.

Paying my dues

I don't know why, but Sebastian gave me almost no sleep at all last night. Five minutes after I lay down I heard him fussing and crying. I went in, and he was asleep but very restless; moving and kicking his covers around. I soothed him (an arcane process which requires me to say "Shh, shh, shh" and stroke his hair), and went back to bed.

Fifteen minutes later he was fussing again, worse. Again I got up and soothed him.

Fifteen minutes later, same thing.

The fourth time he actually woke up. Teri woke up too, and both of us went to see him. He was very fussy and crabby. "I want a driiiink!".

"Okay, here's your cup of water."

"No, I want milk!"

"Okay, I'll go get it."

I grabbed his water-cup too, just in case it needed a refill. Came back up and he seemed asleep, but he reached right up for the milk. Drank a lot, then lay down again. After a few moments, he was sound asleep.

Or so we thought. Teri and I went quietly back to bed. As we walked into the bedroom, I said "He's not done, you know."

"I know."

Right on cue, there was a huge cry from Sebastian. We both ran back in.

"I want someone to sleep with me!"

"Mommy, or Daddy?"

"Daddy!"

There's no point fighting city hall. I lay down next to him, hoping he'd fall asleep soon. But no such luck. For the rest of the night he had to go to the potty, play with the cat, tell me some secrets (which I frankly did not understand), giggle, tickle me, etc. etc. etc. I doubt I got three hours of sleep total, and not even one hour uninterrupted.

And I was already tired going in.

I'm so bleeping tired.

Life's little pleasantries

Fifteen minutes ago I pulled into my driveway, home for the night. As I walked down the driveway to the back door, I hit a patch of invisible black ice. My feet went straight backward, I reflexively threw my arms forward, my bag flew off my arm and over the fence...and I went head-first into the fence and then down on my face.

Somewhere in the process I also injured my eyeball, apparently. I have a bloody red spot the size of a pencil eraser on the white of my left eye, right next to my pupil, and a large egg with scratches above my right temple.

Oddly enough, none of this hurt at the time. But I have no doubt that it will, in time.

So now I'll look like a beating victim for a few weeks.

Life's little pleasantries

Fifteen minutes ago I pulled into my driveway, home for the night. As I walked down the driveway to the back door, I hit a patch of invisible black ice. My feet went straight backward, I reflexively threw my arms forward, my bag flew off my arm and over the fence...and I went head-first into the fence and then down on my face.

Somewhere in the process I also injured my eyeball, apparently. I have a bloody red spot the size of a pencil eraser on the white of my left eye, right next to my pupil, and a large egg with scratches above my right temple.

Oddly enough, none of this hurt at the time. But I have no doubt that it will, in time.

So now I'll look like a beating victim for a few weeks.