Restless Nights

Listen, I can sleep through just about anything. Being tossed about on every pothole from here to Salt Lake? I’ll still be snoozing in the back. Trumpets blaring during the most epic scene in a movie? I’m passed out on the couch. Wife trying to get saucy with me and waited too late to do so? Oof, tough luck babe, I’ve just been elected mayor of Snoresville, population: 1.

But the sound of my children in the middle of the night is like an alarm clock to me. My brain is super wired to any noise coming from their room and then, BOOM! I’m action diving in there donned in not but my undies ready to fight whatever is trying to eat my babies.

Typically it’s nothing, but I’ve seen the Labyrinth and I’ll be DARNED if David Bowie takes either of them and turns them into a goblin!

Well my sweet little princess is having trouble sleeping at night. She will have a bad dream and call out for me in tears. Upon hearing the first syllable of “daddy,” I’m there ready to karate chop the boogeyman.

It’s always as simple as me tucking her back in and promising her that everything is okay and that I’ll sleep outside her door (which is a lie, but whatever gets her back to sleep).

Sweet, she dozes off and is a-snoozing once more. Big problem for me: if I wake up, then a certain someone will wake up as well who will NOT allow me to go back to sleep no matter how tired I am.

So yeah, every time my little girl wakes up, I’m up for the rest of the night. And I’ve tried to go back to sleep! I’ve gone for walks at 2 in the morning (do not recommend if you live near creepy forests), reading a book (also not recommended if you get WAY into what you’re reading and can’t put it down), watching a show (pretty much the same concept as the previous idea), and just flat out lying still for hours refusing to let my overactive brain win this fight (it always wins).

So yeah, been pretty tired lately. And I of course can’t take a nap as my kiddies aren’t quite at the age where they sympathize with my fatigue and allow me to have a moment to myself.

It’s a good thing they’re so stinking cute…

Stay classy, stay safe, and, above all else,

Stay grumpy.