Last night while I was contemplating my own existence, trying to will myself to go to sleep, I had a thought. Why did I get a kingsize bed? I mean, its nowhere near enough room for me and my husband + both children. Even if I had three kingsize beds, I would still end up sleeping on a smallest sliver of mattress at the very edge of the bed every. bloody. night.
I try my very best to put them both to bed in their own beds! It never seems to work out. One wakes up to eat every hour, its like milking time at the farm could not come sooner. The other child just wakes up for shits and giggles. He doesn't want anything. He doesn't need anything. He's just waking up because he can. He's reminding me that he is the King of my life. The ruler of this kingdom. Its not like I need to sleep or anything, he could probably run on 4 hours of total sleep. While I dawdle around like a zombie all day he'll still possess the same amount of energy that he seems to have every other day. This is why we don't give him sugar, he's like a crack fiend on it. One minute he's a sweet angel but you give him a sip of your juice and all hell breaks loose. He'll be bouncing off the furniture, trying to climb me using my hair like I'm bloody rapunzel. He's singing. He's yelling. He's on top of the fridge like King Kong, beating his chest. Shit gets crazy. Its like pandemonium up in our house. Anyway, back to the bed thing. People tell you before you have kids, that you'll never sleep again. I never really took notice of that information. They really weren't kidding. Gone are the days where you can have 5 more minutes sleep in. If i did that, I'd wake up to my house upside down. I used to sleep until midday and those days are a distant memory. I asked for a sleep-in for mothers day, even though what I really wanted was a new vacuum (because Noah made a snow storm in my living room using a whole entire bottle of baby powder, ate some of it and then I tried to vacuum it up & it fried the vacuum cleaner). Rule number 345: Don't buy baby powder. EVER AGAIN. For just one night, I'd love to sleep without having a baby toe shoved into my eyelid. I'd love to have an uninterrupted dream of Mike McRoberts telling me I'm beautiful. I want to have my duvet keeping me warm, instead of strangling me to death. I want my pillow to snuggle me the way it should, instead of breaking my neck trying not to suffocate my baby. Its a wonderful life... If you have your own space. Until the kids grow up, I'll have to invest in a bucket of really good concealer to cover up my eye bags and take some kind of weird go go juice supplement to get me running at a normal energy level. Just kidding, i'll eat my veges and drink water + tequila. Until next time, S x
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Aimee
30/9/2015 06:27:18 pm
Love this read, fave part was the 'breaking my neck trying not to suffocate my baby'
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