When Teething and Insomnia Collide
* Update below!
For as long as I can remember, I have been plagued by off and on insomnia. There are many triggers: when I’m excited about something, worried, an evening social outing, an evening class, blogs that get me riled up, a glass of port before bed. Sometimes it happens for no reason at all. Lately it always seems to happen when Cakes has a bad night.
Take last night. I tossed and turned for hours and had just dozed off when I heard a cry.
“Fuck,” I mutter, stomping down to her room (I am much more pleasant than this by the time I get to her).
I give her a cuddle and a Hylands (no, Hylands didn’t pay me to say that) and she goes back to bed.
I go back to bed and toss and turn for two more hours. I’m awakened from a raunchy dream involving Michael Scofield and Samantha Jones by more crying.
“Ohforfuckssakes,” I curse. Stomp, stomp, stomp.
This happened three times. Then it was morning.
Today I was looking forward to Cakes' nap—I’d planned to ditch my homework and delve into Alice Munro’s new book.
Instead, I will be having a nap.
*It is now 2 pm. I have not napped, nor have I read any Alice Munro. Cakes has decided that in addition to not sleeping through the night, she is having a half-hour nap instead of the usual 2 hours. All I accomplished was making Kraft Dinner, reading a few blogs and fucking around (unsuccessfully) with my template.
Does anyone know how I can make my title appear a little higher?
**7:30 pm. Cakes and I remained napless for the rest of the day. Thankfully, our neighbour and her baby came over for a tea at around 4, a much-needed diversion--we were getting mighty sick of each other by then. The exhausted little monkey finally went to sleep by 7 pm. By 7:15 her mother was enjoying a big bowl of pasta and an even bigger glass of wine. Now, off to Alice Munro.
***The Kraft dinner was for me, not Cakes (in case BP's reading).