We also had a difficult week of sleep last week as a result of my working late. Remember how I mentioned the negative chain reaction that occurs because of my absence? Here's a rundown of Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights:
- Allie comes into our room @ 2:30. To my side of the bed. She used to go to Rich but, as of late, I am the middle-of-the-night-parent-of-choice.
- I heave her into the middle of the bed because I'm too tired to even speak.
- She insists on "sharing" my pillow.
- Emily comes into our room between 3:00-4:00. Instead of trying to sleep with both of them in our bed, I go back to her room with her.
- Within 5 to 30 minutes Allie appears because I need to sleep with her and how dare I leave the bed.
- I have two grumpy kids in the middle of the night and as much as I would love to tell them to stay in their own beds and work it out, I don't want to awaken Anna because having three grumpy kids awake in the middle of the night will do me in.
Rich and I decided that we would take turns sleeping in/napping Friday morning as it was the only day of the weekend that we didn't have to be someplace for something. Rich slept in first and then it was my turn for sweet, uninterrupted sleep. Allie had other plans. She insisted upon waiting upstairs while I "slept" which meant that she hung onto the handle to my bedroom door.
I would drift off to sleep only to be awakened by the door handle shifting back and forth against the lock. I gave up after an hour and stormed into the shower. I love catching up on sleep but not when the girls need me to be available. They had had a tough week, which had ended with Emily breaking down that morning. I couldn't even understand what she was crying about at first. Something about the late train and Grammy and taking to bed. So, yeah, she told me that I couldn't take the late train anymore because when I do, Grammy is the one taking them to bed.
I felt like I was bearing the brunt of so many different things. (And I kind of feel unfair writing this because Rich does so much and I have Grammy to help out. More than half of those feelings were unrelated to home life though). The girls were in a Mommy-do-it phase and I was the parent who had to get up in the middle of the night, I was the parent who wasn't allowed to nap, I was the parent who was going to have to alter three dance outfits. Because of the car situation and Rich needing a car to drive to school at night, I ended up walking home all four nights that week, which I don't mind doing but it makes my commute home an hour and a half long.
I was tired.
We did have errands to run that afternoon. I needed to buy make-up for the girls (in their colors) for their dance recital and Rich needed to pick up a gift card for his brother's birthday party, which was that evening but because it was at a pub and at the girls' bedtime, Rich went solo and I stayed home to get the girls to bed at a decent time.
Is there a monkey in the van?
We stopped at a playground on the way home and the girls were terrified of this bridge, which barely even moved.
And you want to go on Tower of Terror?
As Rich was readying to leave for the party that evening, I was attempting to alter the girls' dance recital outfits. Nothing like waiting to the last minute. Honestly, my mind was so full that I completely forgot. I was being snappy and Rich walked over and hugged me before he left. "Remember, they are only 5 years old," he said.
He's right. They are only 5 years old and they're going to wiggle and giggle while I attempt to cut and measure and sew tiny straps on tiny outfits. I hate when I get that way because I love my kids and I have so much to be grateful for but I'm only human. I'm not perfect and I have bad days.
I did have some fun with the girls before bed. They all wanted me to do their make-up. You can sort of see Allie's lipstick (and eyebrows or "eyeburrows" as Anna calls them) here:
Allie was making silly faces in the mirror after I brushed her teeth and I was supposed to be making faces too but I ended up laughing at her.
By the way, do you know how hard it is to take a picture of yourself in the mirror? I ended up with a lot of these:
So then the girls told me that they had to practice smiling for their dance recital. Emily said that their dance instructor told her that she may need to go to Target to buy a smile. I wish I had her saying that on video because it was pretty funny. Here are Allie and Anna with their end of dance routine "faces":