Last night, before I went to bed, Nick woke up with a Horrible Hacking Cought. It sounded as though he had been smoking 2 packs a day for the past 25 years. I had a feeling then that the night would stretch out before me into an endless series of wakings and putting-back-to-beds.
And it did.
But not for Nick.
Apparently Nathan has decided that sleeping is for wusses. And he is no wuss, gosh darn it! He is a manly man-baby! Sure, I'm sure the fact that he has a cold (again) had something to do with it. but the situation was exacerbated by his kicking legs. Each time he found himself drifting off he would turn over, wave his arms around, smacking me in the face, and pulling on my hair just because it's there and hey why not?
All night this went on. All night. At 4am he woke up and went into "daytime mode." I put him back in his crib, where he fussed and cried and screamed for the next 90 minutes. At some point there I hear the telltale yodle my cat makes before he throws up... gosh I wish I had remembered that before I came down the stairs barefoot this morning!
So... Nick is going to school this morning. I figure since the cough is the only thing he has, and he's himself otherwise, and not feverish, and excited to go to school, he should go. Besides, I need as much help today as I can get. Already I haven't been able to get Nate down for his morning nap, and Steve caught him playing in a toilet bowl which apparently doesn't flush properly. Nick's school is right next door to this coffee shop, and I plan on getting an extra huge coffee and maybe even a donut, throwing my diet to heck.
And I'll say it that way: one extra huge coffee with cream and sugar please, and a chocolate donut to throw my diet to heck. Thanks so much!
I have warned Nathan: another night like that and we're selling him to the gypsies.
2 comments:
I am a gypsy & would like to put in a bid of a dollah 3 eighty! Gimme that baby!
Oh, Linda. Do not tempt me. Not today!
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