winter's nap my monkey and his monkey afternoon sun 4PM breakfast blooms persistent pumpkins weekly bread busy babes dust and light winter's nap II
It's nearing midnight, and I'm feeling the moderate delirium of long term sleep deprivation and a glass and a half of red wine. I guess I am going to type 'out loud' that baby Roo is a straight up lousy sleeper. She is now 18 months old, and she's still waking up through the night, and rising so early that it barely qualifies as morning. It's torture. It's clearly retribution for having been graced with such a beautiful sleeper the first go around, and the only one who doesn't seem to be bothered in the least is Roo herself. She is chipper and ready to greet the day in the pitch black of predawn. The girl just doesn't need sleep... wonder where she gets it from?!
Sleep issues aside, I have been having the feeling lately that I'm in a good place and life is smooth and blissful, but that it's all just taking a ridiculous amount of effort; I've been doing more projects and baking with the kids, we've been getting outside quite a bit, we are trying to visit James at work occasionally during the day, since he often works dawn to way past dusk, I'm making a point of trying new recipes, the kids are full of energy and enthusiasm and insanity, I started up classes again twice a week... I can literally step outside myself at any given moment in the day and be completely content and happy and grateful... but somehow the accumulation of all of those moments is exhausting. Then again... we may not be able to set those sleep issues aside after all. I have a feeling everything would look a little different on a good eight hours of sleep.
Before I do tuck into bed for the night (and cross every finger that I can string together a few hours before anyone starts crying), can I just say that I don't understand or enjoy football on any level whatsoever? I think this may be my very first mention of sports in the three years that I've been keeping this journal (with good cause... boring!). I actually do enjoy baseball on occasion, but football is just excruciating. Throughout my childhood, I regarded Superbowl Sunday as the time to observe a good Murder She Wrote marathon... and this week, I was smack in the middle of one of my favorite movies, Hannah and Her Sisters, when James came bursting through the door eager to watch the Patriots do their thing, as though I was nuts not to already be glued to the game. I have been informed that it is very unappealing, and somehow snobby, to say that you don't appreciate football. I am an unappealing snob.
Happy Friday... er... Saturday! Looking forward to some snow, sleep, and pancakes this weekend.
*footnote: no exaggeration, as I went to hit 'publish', Roo is up. the child that does not sleep!