1. Sometimes, you just have to know me to get me.
2. I need more sleep.
3. My kids will either look back on this blog and laugh, or say "You know, the signs were there, why didn't we see it sooner?"
Even my hubby came home last night and said, "Honey, sled cats? That was just weird. You need more sleep, huh?" Proving that what I thought was funny in my deranged mind was just plain weird to all you "normal people."
Oh, well. My blog, my crazy ramblings. Please don't commit me!
By the way, if you didn't see the link, click on the part in the last post that is highlighted and says Siberian Sled Cats. There's a true story there that is... interesting.
Drew has been going to sleep every night at eight. He falls asleep just fine on his own, we do not have to rock him or nurse him to sleep. He sleeps fine till about one, and then he is screaming. Not just crying, oh, I want my Mommy, screaming. I have been solving the problem by bringing him to bed and nursing him, and he sleeps off and an all night. which means I was awake every fifteen minutes to half hour from one am on.
Last week, I decided that enough was enough. He was waking to nurse since it was habit, he is certainly old enough to go all night without eating. So I started settling him and then putting him back in his
I am exhausted. Marty is exhausted. I hate night times since I cannot settle him at all, and all I want is sleep.
I had an epiphany this morning. A few weeks ago, we started him on solids to try and help him sleep. This is the baby who is sensitive to me eating dairy, and I am mixing cow's milk formula in with his rice cereal.
You would think that I would be able to figure things like this out since this is my fourth baby, and both Emma and Ben had dairy issues, too.
This is what three years of sleep deprivation does to you.
On the other hand, the asylum is quiet, right? Maybe that wouldn't be so bad after all...