Saturday night I ended up staying the night with my parents. I was just too tired to make the 40 minute drive home plus Hubby had a friend over watching a game so I knew he'd be no real help. Anyway, Littlest began to cry at 1:00am, no, not just cry - wail. This has been the case every night for close to 3 weeks. I'm so sleep deprived that I'm not sure when it started I remember going on a longish car trip on the 12th and being hopeful that I could nap since it had been several days since I had had a good night.
I digress. At 1:15am I called Hubby to say "Tomorrow night you are taking the kids and I don't care about your Monday" "OK" he said. I wisely shut off my cell after that. I'm sure he was bewildered, but had he wanted me to talk more I would have cussed him out - at a minimum. Not that I'm blaming him for the series of sleepless nights. It's more like no sleep and the wailing was making me rather angry feeling and I'm already just angry at him for lots of other things. Things I don't really bring up because they cause a fight. Anyway... That night was the worst so far, in terms of length of time wailing - 45 minutes. It's usually intermittent fussing, a couple of cries, and lots of thrashing around. At least that stuff is minimally invasive to your brain. Wailing, on the other hand, is grating and jarring at the same time. For you DIYers, imagine an impact drill and you're close.
It's a very lonely feeling to be trapped in a room with the reverberating wails of a child you would give your life for while you are saying, "Shut-up, shut-up, shut-up" under your breath the whole while. Especially if you have a particular aversion to the phrase "shut-up." After more than 30 minutes, I had to put Littlest down. I was exhausted in every way and nothing seemed to help anyhow. 10 minutes later I tried again and after another 5 minutes Littlest was finally asleep!
Last night, at 10pm I took 2 Tylenol PM and went to sleep around 11:30. Hubby took care of Littlest who had another fussy night. I only woke up at 3am, took another 1 T.PM and struggled to get out of bed at 8:30 this morning. Hubby slept until 9, oops! But like I said, I didn't care what that meant to his schedule. I could have had Friday night to do this if he hadn't decided to go to a bar at 11pm or Saturday if he hadn't had a friend over. I'm nowhere near caught up on sleep, but if you've been in this situation you know how much that 1 night helped my spirits. I actually had fun today! Now, if only we all can sleep through the night - all at the same time - life in general would improve.
