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it isn't all bad. I had a cookie.
May. 6th, 2011 03:45 pmI was up most of the night with Miss Biscuit. She had her own variety of reasons why sleep wasn't in the cards. The thing that drove me crazy was that around 4am,( Mr. Jenner took over since I had had about 40 minutes of sleep and I needed some rest.) I was able to have the time to sleep and I spent an hour all keyed up and in a state of mania. I desperately wanted to sleep and it was beyond my usual brand of insomnia. I don't know if my meds aren't working for me these days (I am on a super tiny dose of zoloft) or what. I did finally crash around 5am when my body overtook my brain. I got up around 8 or so and then went and volunteered in Senor Onion's class. Serious block-building yo. I was engaged with the kids but still a little out of it.
I came home to find that Miss Biscuit had not been able to chill herself out either and needed me to put her down for a nap. (Mr. Jenner bless him, tried very hard)
I put her down and it was a battle as she was tired and grumpy. It was a late nap. So now I fear the evening because she will want to offer an encore performance of last night and today's attempts at sleep.
She is teething and doing her whole, "hey I am 20 months and my brain is doing stuff. SERIOUS STUFF LOOK AT ME GO!!!" business.
We will get through it. We always do. That is what one does. But the racing/anxious feeling is wearing on me. Of course we will be throwing EVERYTHING off by traveling soon. Some of my anxiety is attached to that.
So much to think about. So much to prepare for.
I... am doing a ton of emotional eating. I just want to have a complete thought that has some coherency. Instead I am reduced to monkey monkey underpants.
I came home to find that Miss Biscuit had not been able to chill herself out either and needed me to put her down for a nap. (Mr. Jenner bless him, tried very hard)
I put her down and it was a battle as she was tired and grumpy. It was a late nap. So now I fear the evening because she will want to offer an encore performance of last night and today's attempts at sleep.
She is teething and doing her whole, "hey I am 20 months and my brain is doing stuff. SERIOUS STUFF LOOK AT ME GO!!!" business.
We will get through it. We always do. That is what one does. But the racing/anxious feeling is wearing on me. Of course we will be throwing EVERYTHING off by traveling soon. Some of my anxiety is attached to that.
So much to think about. So much to prepare for.
I... am doing a ton of emotional eating. I just want to have a complete thought that has some coherency. Instead I am reduced to monkey monkey underpants.
