Ms H, the Zombie

Today I was the perfect example for my students for why one should think long and hard about having children. Parenthood should not be entered into lightly. One should ask themselves "How much do I like to sleep?" If the answer is anything more than "only a little", run screaming from being a parent.

I'm only kidding. Mostly.

I love my child. She's sweet. She's unique. She gives my life meaning. Blah, blah, blah. She will not sleep and I have anger towards her about this.

Saturday night, she fell asleep nicely at 8:30. My husband and I watched TWO movies (well, he did; I went to sleep after Juno.) He came to bed around midnight. She woke up at 1 and would not sleep until 5. We rocked, we cajoled, we patted her back until no end (by we, I mean my husband...he's much more patient.)

Unfortunately, I slept in on Sunday until 10. So did Em. So Em skipped her nap, which made our day run so smoothly. My favorite part was when she cried as she ate her pizza for dinner. She was so happy to have pizza, yet too tired to enjoy it.

Sunday night went fine. And then there was Monday.

Again, she fell asleep quietly. Woke up at 11:30 and we couldn't get her back down. It was my turn, so I patted her back, changed her diaper, gave her gas medicine, rocked her. Nope. At three, I was still up. My husband took over and she did not fall asleep until 6.

Neither of us could take off time from work, so we dropped her off at daycare with a fare-thee-well to our daycare lady and shuffled our way to work (so safe for us to be driving by the way.)

I slogged through the morning classes okay. We're reading To Kill a Mockingbird and we were at one of my favorite parts. But this afternoon was ROUGH. My air conditioning didn't work (worked fine at 8...nice), so there we all were. Trying to read in a balmy, smelly class room. I almost put myself to sleep.

The little angel better sleep tonight, or so help me...Oh, who am I'm kidding? I'm too tired to do anything other than cry.