Sleep is a myth

Of all the things I miss about pre-child life, sleep is possibly the biggest.  Nothing makes you realize that more than after months of "normal sleep", then having a little one wake up several times during the night, or in our most recent case early morning.

The youngest in the family is finishing up antibiotics for a double ear infection.  The antibiotics apparently have taken a toll on his tummy, and cause the midnight ruckus.  Normally whenever one of the boys wakes up at night needing something, they quietly walk into our room, and stand beside the bed waiting for me to realize they are there.  Then I slowly come to conscieness and handle what ever needs to be done.  Not this morning.  The sounds coming from the boys rooms could have woke the dead, but actually woke a sleeping husband and older brother.  So the youngest and I handle everything, and go back to bed.  This was 350 am (when I looked at the clock on the oven I was so asleep I thought the oven was on).

So after this failry uneventful trip the entire house goes back to bed.  Then the 530 wake up call comes.  This is in the form of the youngest now standing at the side of my bed screaming uncontrollable, needing me to accompany him again because his tummy hurt.  Hubs and oldest slept right through. 

After this ordeal, and moving the oldest to my bed and the youngest to quarantine as a precaution, I settle back in bed.  I figure I have roughly 45 minutes to sleep, we all know that is the best sleep anyway.  25 minutes into my attempt my cell phone begins making nose.  What is it you ask?  A text messege at 629 a.m. worded "What's up".  Yes I did reply, no it did not say, not me.  Because if a friend sends you a messege that early they are either drunk or needing to talk.  Thankfully it was not the first.

So the day had started out rough, but slowly has progressed upwards.  The oldest was early for school, I got to have a nice little chat with the teachers.  I was 30 minutes early for lunch and am having lunch with a friend. 

Just goes to show that even though days start out in the crapper, it doesn't mean it is always a sign of things to come.