What a week

I can usually get through a calm day without too much trouble. Oh, but the minute we have to leave the house, it all goes down the toilet. The other day Spencer has a doctor’s appointment. We go out to the car with barely enough time to get to the office 5 minutes late. Both sliding doors on the minivan are frozen shut. So I shuttle all of the kids through the driver’s door to get them to their car seats. I have to drive 15 miles an hour because our windshield has frost on the INSIDE, the defroster won’t work and I can’t find the scraper. We get there late. And it’s like I’ve stepped back in time. They put all four of us in the smallest exam room (only enough room for one chair, which the girls fight over) where I sit forever as I admire the wood paneling on the cabinets. After they weigh and measure him I find that my 6 month old son is only 14 lbs (aren’t boys supposed to be bigger than girls). I then have to sit through a lecture about how I need to make sure that he’s eating enough and I have enough milk. I assure the doctor that my girls were also little (though not that little) and that I’m sure I have enough milk and yes, I do give him actual food occasionally (which he loves). I then earn the mother of the year award as my little boy rolls off of the table during the second I bent down to get something out of the diaper bag. Then he got four shots. Upon going back out to the car, we find that now the driver’s side door has also frozen shut. Everyone piles in via the passenger front door and I decide that I don’t care that we have no milk or eggs. There is no way in heck I am going through this maze again, we went straight home.

I am a Zombie. I haven’t slept in a year. Spencer wakes up five or six times a night and having him right next to me in bed only makes it worse. To top it off, naps make me sleep even worse at night. Yesterday I was awake for less than six hours before I wanted to go to bed. That was the last straw. I put my poor baby in his crib in another room, turned the fan on in mine and I went to sleep. I still woke up a few times, and I fed him when I heard him at six this morning, but he slept until 8 am. I am sure that my lack of sleep is adding to (if not the cause) of my migraines. Hopefully in a few weeks, I will have caught up on enough sleep and I will have laid off the junk food long enough that I will be full of energy and headache free.

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  1. WOW is the only word to say! One busy woman, and SO fun to read about. You’re a great writer. I really enjoy hearing about your life. Hope you get some ZZZ’s. Sarah is waking up about once a night and I sure do miss my sleep! I shouldn’t complain…you have 3 kids!!


  2. Good thing you’re young. It’s been cold here also, went down to the 20’s for three days in a row last week. Back up to the 50’s now and I’m happy again.


  3. Sorry about the no sleeping and migraines, but the story about the trip to the doctor’s office made me laugh my head off. Been there, sister! It’s days like that I’m just thankful my kids can’t hear all the swearing going on in my head. BTW, George fell off his changing table at least 3 times while under my watchful eye.


  4. Your trip to the doctor is reminding me why I like staying home in the winter! I hope you get rested up soon…does that ever really happen???


  5. Dont worry about the size. Dr’s over react. My littlest only gained a half a pound from 1-2 years. She was barely over 20lbs at 2. She was in the failure to thrive zone, under 2 percentile. They had her on weight checks and diet checks every month or so for 7 months before deterimining that she is small in weight okay in height. She still wears a size 3 diaper for her overnights (she is potty trained for the day) at just about 3 (in ten days). I thought for sure she had some sort of disease that was underlying the lack of weight gain. She finally hit 23lbs last week. Rosehttp://100ornothingatall.spaces.live.com


  6. Thank you for sharing that funny story! It’s nice to know I’m not the only one with days like that! I know what you mean about “not sleeping for a year.” I said that when Ella was a baby (and not just a newborn). I always felt crappy during that zombie stage.


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