I’m rarely sleeping through the evening- well with having a newborn again.
The other evening I had to go to bed at 8 PM because I’d had maybe four hours sleep the two nights prior. Around 11 PM, my baby woke me up because she couldn’t fall asleep. After i finally fell back to sleep, my other daughter woke me up around 3am with cramps.
I was thrilled when she took me up on my facetious offer to go to the kitchen to get her Motrin!
When I returned to the family crib, my son had moved to the warm spot that once belonged to me so I went to sleep in the crampy kid’s room.
Rubbing her back to stop the moaning, I finally had to turn over and try to sleep. I say try, because the fucking Alexa alarm went off at 6am since my anxious child set it and “forgets” how to turn it off.
If that wasn’t bad enough, the “Low battery. Low battery. Low battery” announcement for the missing cordless phone decided it had just enough battery to fuck with me.
Anyhow, the good news is I have 24 hours to rest up until my middle school children come home with their 9/11 knowledge.