I would have probably gone along with my better instincts today and not written 7 quick takes doing nothing but complaining. Especially because I know that every single mom out there is probably just as tired as I am and I hate when people complain about how tired they are, I usually save that sort of complaining for Mike's ears only.
But then I read Jen's QTs and felt like she gave me a free pass to complain as much as I want. A free pass from the woman who had more to complain about in the past 6 months than I have had in my whole life? I'll take it. Also, I felt the need to show off my mad complaining skills in the case that the Mom Blogger Complaining Olympics does in fact take place.
Also my coffee has worn off.
Consider this my audition.
1) I know I said a while ago that I should never complain about Lucy not sleeping because she was sleeping so well for so long.
2) Honestly, I don't really care that much that she is getting up every 2 to 3 hours again, because she is the baby and I am feeling sad that she is getting so big and so those middle of the night moments are kind of sweet. Kind of. But what puts me over the edge is when the 2 older children are the culprits: both of whom we've extensively sleep trained, and both of whom are not babies, and the things they are getting up for are assinine.
3) For instance, when Bernadette was standing next to my bed last night all up in my face, proclaiming that "she had lost her pacifier and blankie! And she needs someone to help her find them!" The pacifier was right next to her bed, and the blanket was in her bed.
Then 30 minutes later the same almost 3 year-old was screaming bloody murder from her bed that she "NEEDED A TISSUE!!!!" She does not have a cold, she did not need a tissue. I mean, the baby genuinely does have a bad cold complete with a hacking cough and tons of green snot. Plus she can't poop by herself-- I'd say those are decent excuses for keeping me up all night, even though it is still the worst.
4) Then there is the fact that I am expected to be sweet and compassionate and patient with the very same kids that are keeping up all night. Does this seem really backwards to anyone else?? Like, it's already nearly impossible for me to not flip my lid when Naomi starts with one of her body flailing, ear bleeding inducing screamy tantrums over something like not letting her put the book on tape in the tape player, and then I look at her and think "Really? You're the one throwing the tantrum? Oh right! I forgot you only got 6 hours of sleep broken up into 2 to 3 hour chunks from 3 different children waking you up all night.... OH WAIT, THAT WAS ME!"
5) And I will not touch the fact that Mike is currently on a steady dosage of Valium for some sort of slipped disk in his back rendering him pretty much unable to do much child care at all right now. I won't touch it.
6) And while you would think being extremely sleep deprived would make me extra happy and loving and patient and able to handle the constant demands of motherhood... I just can't even finish that sentence because it is a joke. A total joke.
7) I was thinking of embedding the good old Samuel L Jackson book reading in honor of the no-sleep subject, but I will keep this closer to a PG-13 post and just give you this:
Equal parts funny/disturbing, or maybe 30% funny 70% disturbing, my appropriateness radar is down right now due to intense fatigue. Just stop it after minute and try to have a sense of humor and hopefully it won't scar you.
Head over to Jen's and you'll see why I felt like it was ok to complain so much today.