So, on to number three. Last night was not so great, let's say that I WILL be increasing the dose tonight so that I can sleep past 4am. TV was a little creepier at 4am than I remember, and it wasn't long at all until it was bright outside and the birds were going CRAZY.
So, so that I wouldn't disturb my peacefully sleeping husband, I went out on the couch. First I tried to watch some tv. Creepy. It's amazing how many weird people are in this world. Then I watched some old episodes of Cougar Town that I wanted to catch up on. Better. Still couldn't sleep. I read a little. But I was so tired I couldn't really comprehend anything I was reading. Time to try something else. How about some bejeweled (how do some people get such astronomically high scores in that game?) Nope, that didn't work either (duh!). Then I finally decided to try closing my eyes and listening to the birds. Bam. That worked. For a minute.
Until I heard the bedroom door open. No it wasn't the creepy people from 4am TV, it was the
"Hi mom!" came that all to cheerful morning voice. But, it's only cheerful for a minute. Then it just gets whiney, no worries though, her whiney voice only lasts from about 8am until
"Hi hunny", I reply into my pillow.
"I want to watch cartoons".
"Go tell your dad". (who, is sleeping in our bed, with the remote control to turn the tv on, I on the other hand am in the living room without a tv).
I hear little footsteps walk toward the bedroom, and then walk back.
"He is sleeping".
I hear lots of not so kind words going on in my head right then. But I keep them in my head. It's better that way.
"But I was sleeping to dear child of mine!". (or something like that).
And so the day begins.
"Can you get me breakfast?"
"Mom, I need toilet paper."
"I want milk"
"Not in that cup, in the OTHER cup"
"I need my face washed"
"I wanted to spread the butter and
"can reed come over?"
"Where are we going today?"
"Who's coming over?"
"Mama, who coming' over'?"
"who coming ove'?"
"Awwwwww, I want a fwend come over'!"
"do you want to get dressed? Cuz, I feel like I do. I really feel like I do want get dressed. OK mom?"
God, help me deal with this whining for however much linger it has to last, but maybe even better would be if she would quit whining quite so much. It's like nails on a chalkboard. Amen