Last night was a bit rough. I've been struggling even more than usual with sleep. Despite taking unisom and relaxing in a hot tub before bed, I still find myself restless and awake for much longer than I'd like to be... sometimes a couple hours. Which makes no sense, because I'm totally exhausted.
So anyway, last night was kinda one of those nights. I was in bed at 10pm, and fell asleep sometime shortly after 11:30. At 1:45am I heard Joshua start screaming in his room. I got up and went to him, and he was just clinging to me and kept saying "mama, mama". Poor little guy. I picked him up and snuggled him, trying to calm him down. As soon as I picked him up he quit crying and just wrapped his arms around my neck. So we swayed like that for a few minutes and I tried to put him back in bed. As soon as he anticipated what I was trying to do, he started screaming again. What?! Since I was in a unisom induced semi-coma, I carried him in and asked Matthew if he could go rock him for a few minutes. He got up and took Joshua. I climbed into bed as Matthew left the room. About 30 seconds later I hear Joshua screaming again and calling for me. I got back up and got him a sippy cup of milk, thinking maybe he was just a little hungry or something. He was fine until I went back to the bedroom. Cue screaming again. Matthew sat in the living room with him for about 15 minutes, at which point Joshua had calmed down a little bit, but was still crying off and on. He brought him into our room and snuggled him between us. It was a bit of a tight fit, between me and my huge belly, my gigantic pregnancy pillow (which Matthew lovingly named "Susan"), Matthew, and now Joshua. Little man was calm now, but squirmed until he was practically on top of me. He kept saying "snuggle... mama... snuggle" Totally cute - until I had to go to the bathroom again. About that time, he popped his head up and started trying to climb to the window. Ok... time to go back to bed little boy.
I had no more than said the word 'bed' and he started screaming again. By now it's 3am. Matthew picked him up and carried him (still screaming) back to his bedroom. I went back in to him after about 5 minutes, not picking him up, but trying to remind him that he needed to go to sleep. He wasn't going to have it. So I went back to bed. A few minutes later we hear a banging... I asked Matthew "Is that the downstairs neighbors banging on the ceiling?" He mumbled that he didn't know... but apparently Joshua felt guilty for causing such a fuss and decided to go to sleep. Whew.
I woke up at 8:20am and could hear someone unloading the dishwasher. At 8:30 Joshua started making noise, so I got him and headed for the kitchen. Brielle was in there, happily unloading the dishes. She told me "I'm putting away all the dishes I can reach, and if I can't reach where they go I'm putting them on the counter so you don't have to bend over, cuz it hurts you when you bend over." Aww! Sure enough, she emptied the entire dishwasher. "My" dishes were stacked nicely on the counter, ready to go. It took me all of 2 minutes to put the last few dishes away, and indeed, it was very nice to not have to bend over 30 times. She was quite proud of herself for being able to be such a big helper. She cracks me up when she says "Isn't it nice to have such a helpful daughter?" and "Don't you love having children who help?" She always says it in such a matter of fact way. Sometimes it seems she's implying that I had children because they'd be helpful. lol. I remind her I did not, in fact, give birth to her simply so I'd have someone to unload dishes or vacuum for me. I do appreciate that she does those things, but that's not why I had children. :)
After breakfast, I washed Joshua's face and started putting dirty dishes into the dishwasher. I look up and see Joshua trying to wash Bingley's face with his washcloth. Oh goodness. He's having a grand time, and Bingley (while thoroughly unimpressed) endured it rather well. He tossed me "why me" look before the washcloth was again tossed over his face.
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