One of those days

I couldn’t fall asleep last night, and I’m not sure why. I doubt the Coke I had with dinner had anything to do with it. Ruby was in bed by 8:30, but I didn’t nod off until 1:00 am. Jason woke me up with a jab to the ribs a whopping 45 minutes later.

So I asked rather irately, “What?”

He said, “Nothing. Go back to sleep.”

Naturally, I thought, “Are you f-ing kidding me?! It took me 4 hours to fall asleep! You can’t just wake me up to tell me to go back to sleep!”

But instead I said, “Why did you poke me?”

His excuse? He needed to get a fuel gas sample. So he was dreaming, talking and poking in his sleep. Wonderful. Of all nights…

Then Ruby, sensing that I just wrote about her sleeping through the night, woke up around 2:00 am. I got up, fed her and had us both back down by 2:20 am. Only to wake again when Jason’s alarm went off at 2:45 am. And then again when he left for work at 3:30 am. (Yes, he leaves for work at 3:30 am.)

I had an hour and a half of blissful, uninterrupted sleep before Ruby woke up at 5:00 am. I’m f-ing exhausted. Even Ruby knows it’s one of THOSE days…


Let’s give credit where credit’s due. Thanks to Bill for giving me permission to (kind of) use THE F WORD.


18 thoughts on “One of those days

  1. Dude, I TOTALLY know those days (and nights). Just try not to punch the baby, but feel free to lay on the couch alllll day. And remember, every day is not today. Or today is not every day. Whichever.

    • That sounds AWESOME. I’m still afraid to drink because of the breastfeeding. I’ll probably just torture myself with some running instead…

  2. Perfect use of the F-Bomb. I honestly don’t know how you don’t use it more with just one and half hours sleep. You are a saint, but Ruby is adorable.

    • Well, if I’m being honest she did sleep another 2 hours after the 5:00 feeding. I couldn’t include that in the post though! How can I expect sympathy when I’m getting a luxurious 3.5 hours of sleep a night??? I guess my selective blogging means I’m no saint…

      • Not by choice. My brain starts thinking and worrying and thinking and worrying. I try to trick myself into thinking that I have a couple hours of “me” time in bed and try to make myself really comfy to enjoy it, but my brain has caught on to my schemes. I think sleeping through the night is the main thing I miss about summer break, but the insomnia started the week before school began. My hubs wants me to get some meds, but I don’t want to mess with those.

        • Oh man, I’m sorry to hear that. I have a hard time sleeping when I’m stressed so I can relate. Except for my trouble is usually with falling asleep initially. Then I start to worry that I won’t be able to fall asleep. Vicious cycle. Sort of like the getting nervous that I’ll get nervous for a piano recital. Hope you get some rest tonight!

  3. Ugh. I hope the next night was better! Sometimes it’s humorous when your partner wakes you up in the middle of the night because they are sleep talking… but not this night!

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