At 5:45 am this morning, Pumpkin woke up.
Loudly.
I think she was having a nightmare. Those happen. The only way I can tell is the absolute screaming. It's not the normal fussing when she's ready to get up.
I jumped up and snuggled her for a few minutes. She was barely awake when I put her back down. But a few minutes later, she had one of her now common coughing fits.
And she was awake.
Chris got up and in his barely awake state, he mistakenly brought her the bed.
Where during the next half hour, I got a head butt, a foot to my uterus and an elbow in the chest.
That elbow was the last straw.
She wasn't sleeping. She was doing all she could to get us up to play.
Thus we did.
I said, "Okay! Let's get up!"
When I put her down on the floor, she proceeded to start crying. Not really an unusual thing these days.
"Put your juice cup on the table, Aubrey Kate." Crying.
"Let's take off our shoes, baby girl." Crying.
"Are you done with your lunch?" Crying.
So this is not all that unusual.
But bottom-line, she had now gotten almost two hours less sleep than she normally got.
A toddler running on too little sleep? Awesome.
Not gonna lie, I was also pretty upset with Chris. I would have just let her cry herself back to sleep. It usually takes her about 10 minutes. Besides the fact that we had agreed not to do that after the last time she didn't sleep after we brought her to bed in an effort to just get another hour of sleep.
But he was half-asleep and was only thinking one thing: NEED. MORE. SLEEP.
Needless to say, I was not a happy girl this morning.
We went about our normal Monday routine. Our morning radio show was playing, we did laundry, picked up random stuff that lands on the kitchen counters, unpacked a box.
Usual stuff.
After the radio show went off, the country music came on.
In general, I'm not a country music fan. It makes me sad. I find I cry a whole heck of a lot when listening to it. Especially a song by a man. Male country singers are just the most down-right sensitive, caring, loving men in the world. They put their women up on pedestals and treat them like they are the center of the world.
Real life not so much.
But the first song that came on this morning was "You're Gonna Miss This" by Trace Adkins.
I only know that because I googled the lyrics.
This is what caught my attention:
Five years later there's a plumber workin' on the water heater
Dog's barkin', phone's ringin'
One kid's cryin', one kid's screamin'
She keeps apologizin'
He says they don't bother me
I've got 2 babies of my own
One's 36, one's 23
Huh, it's hard to believe
But you're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
Loudly.
I think she was having a nightmare. Those happen. The only way I can tell is the absolute screaming. It's not the normal fussing when she's ready to get up.
I jumped up and snuggled her for a few minutes. She was barely awake when I put her back down. But a few minutes later, she had one of her now common coughing fits.
And she was awake.
Chris got up and in his barely awake state, he mistakenly brought her the bed.
Where during the next half hour, I got a head butt, a foot to my uterus and an elbow in the chest.
That elbow was the last straw.
She wasn't sleeping. She was doing all she could to get us up to play.
Thus we did.
I said, "Okay! Let's get up!"
When I put her down on the floor, she proceeded to start crying. Not really an unusual thing these days.
"Put your juice cup on the table, Aubrey Kate." Crying.
"Let's take off our shoes, baby girl." Crying.
"Are you done with your lunch?" Crying.
So this is not all that unusual.
But bottom-line, she had now gotten almost two hours less sleep than she normally got.
A toddler running on too little sleep? Awesome.
Not gonna lie, I was also pretty upset with Chris. I would have just let her cry herself back to sleep. It usually takes her about 10 minutes. Besides the fact that we had agreed not to do that after the last time she didn't sleep after we brought her to bed in an effort to just get another hour of sleep.
But he was half-asleep and was only thinking one thing: NEED. MORE. SLEEP.
Needless to say, I was not a happy girl this morning.
We went about our normal Monday routine. Our morning radio show was playing, we did laundry, picked up random stuff that lands on the kitchen counters, unpacked a box.
Usual stuff.
After the radio show went off, the country music came on.
In general, I'm not a country music fan. It makes me sad. I find I cry a whole heck of a lot when listening to it. Especially a song by a man. Male country singers are just the most down-right sensitive, caring, loving men in the world. They put their women up on pedestals and treat them like they are the center of the world.
Real life not so much.
But the first song that came on this morning was "You're Gonna Miss This" by Trace Adkins.
I only know that because I googled the lyrics.
This is what caught my attention:
Five years later there's a plumber workin' on the water heater
Dog's barkin', phone's ringin'
One kid's cryin', one kid's screamin'
She keeps apologizin'
He says they don't bother me
I've got 2 babies of my own
One's 36, one's 23
Huh, it's hard to believe
But you're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
And then I was crying. I gave Aubrey Kate a hug, said a whole slew of prayers asking for forgiveness and confessed my anger to Chris.
I don't want to miss anything.
Reading this was a great start to my day, it made me tear up;) I don't want to miss anything either. My son's been sick and he woke up this morning severely congested but with the brightest smile on his face, and I thought to myself, "I can learn a thing or two from him." I spend far too much time complaining instead of looking at everyone and every moment in my life as a precious blessing. Thank you for this sweet reminder:)
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