Showing posts with label getting old. Show all posts
Showing posts with label getting old. Show all posts

March 11, 2012

Zzzzzzzzz.....

The kids love to fall asleep in our bed while watching movies.
It doesn't look comfortable to me at all. Too many monkeys sleeping in the bed.
I think their secret plan is to get Daddy to carry them to their beds.
Who didn't love that when they were a kid?
I remember falling asleep in the car and having my dad carry me in to my bed.
Until we got too big I guess, because I remember a few times waking up the next morning
in the car with a sibling's foot in my face and a sore neck.
Before I had kids I slept like a log. I would hit the pillow and be out in about 4 minutes. I was a deep sleeper...like wake up in the morning in the same spot with drool on the pillow deep sleeper.
Now, I sleep like a baby.
I always roll my eyes when people say this like it's a good thing. Really? you think it's fun to wake up every two or three hours during the night? Why do you think babies take 4 naps during the day? I can't take four naps during the day.
I hate interrupted sleep.
With the girls we had a queen bed and so we could feel them getting into bed with us during the night. I was one of those mean moms that told them to get a blanket and pillow and camp out on the floor. Interrupted sleep.
Now that we have the King bed the boys have perfected their Ninja skills and can sneak in without us even noticing. Usually around 3:30 a.m. I start having dreams about drowning and not being able to breath or kick my legs to get to the surface. That's when I wake up to the 3 year old laying across my chest with his hand over my mouth and the 6 year old laying across both legs. I swear there is some gravitational pull between mother's and children because it's always me they insist on lying right next to...never Greg.
Sometimes I get up and take them back into their beds but mostly I just push them off and turn over. Interrupted sleep.
Now I'm trying to drag my tired carcass out of bed even earlier to exercise with Greg in the morning. So yeah, that's workin' out well. Basically, I turn into 'Momzilla' by about 3:00.
I used to make fun of my dad because he could fall asleep anywhere, anytime. We thought it was the weirdest thing. I mean, how can you fall asleep sitting up?.....uhm...I woke up to a honk the other day. Yeah, I fell asleep waiting at the red light. Didn't even remember closing my eyes. I fell asleep in church today, (sorry Bishop) sitting up, holding Tyson in my lap.
I am fully aware and KNOW that I will miss this time with little ones sneaking into my bed to be near to me. I know waking up to a foot in my face is much easier than waiting up for a teenage daughter to come home from a date. I promise, I fully appreciate the fact that they are growing and changing before my eyes and every day is precious with them.
I would just love a nap! A really good, long, uninterrupted nap...or four. Hey! If I sleep like a baby I should be able to nap like one.
Happy Daylight Savings...whatever. Makes as much sense to me as Justin Beiber's baggy pants.




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December 8, 2010

Uhm..you know....oh what's it called?

So lately, I have been having
way too many of these moments.
It's lucky I'm good at Charades.

April 3, 2009

Baby wipes vs. wrinkles....Wrinkles win every time.


So I was doing something today and I guess I was concentrating and making a face.
Ethan came in and sat there for a while just watching me work.
Here is our conversation.

Ethan: Mom, what you got der?

Me: Where?

Ethan: Right der, on you fohead.

Me: You mean my skin?

Ethan: Yeah. It's bumpy.

Now he's got my face in his hands and he proceeds to push and pull
on the skin on my forehead. He tries with great effort to wipe the 'bumps' from
my forehead with his hand. By this time I'm smiling and so naturally he notices the lines
around the corners of my eyes and around my mouth.
Now he tries to wipe them away.

Look of frustration on his face.

Ethan: Hold on Mommy.

He comes back a minute or two later with a wipe in hand.
He turns me around and ever so gently tries to wash off the lines and bumps.

look of determination.
more force in the attempt.

He finally steps back and looks me right in the eye.

Ethan: Sorry Mom. Dose are stuck on der.


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