My brain is just not working right.
Last night as I was getting ready for bed, I went to get a new can of formula from the pantry because the one on the counter was almost empty. There wasn't another can. Crap. Leon is off bottles, but Michael still drinks them before naps and for breakfast. Jeff was already asleep. I tried to figure out how to get them formula and finally decided I would run to Target on my lunch break. Not that big of a deal, but I was looking forward to a week where I didn't have to change my work schedule to accommodate a doctor's appointment or to run errands. (I only take a half hour lunch, so everything disrupts that schedule!) Plus, this contributed to my insomnia.
For the past few weeks, I have been completely unable to fall asleep. My mind just races. This is weird for me. Even when I've had insomnia before, my trouble has always been staying asleep. I've also passed out just fine, and then my brain has loved staying awake from 1:00 - 5:00 a.m. This is different.
So that's where I was last night. I tried going to sleep at 10:45. Laid there. At least the bed was really comfy because I had finally remembered to get our winter blanket and down comforter out of Ree's closet and put them on the bed. (Yeah, I know, the really cold weather should all be behind us now. Oh well. Better later than never!) At 11:20, Leon woke up screaming. I have no idea what was wrong. I don't know if he's old enough to have nightmares yet, but that's definitely what he was acting like. Totally freaked out. It actually took me a few minutes to fully wake him so I could try to calm him back down. He was shaking and just yelling, "Mom! Mom! Mom!" which is especially weird, since he normally calls me "Emma." I can't help but wonder if the little guy is gonna have night terrors. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
I got Leon settled back down and headed back to bed myself. Laid in bed some more. At midnight, Ree woke up totally disoriented. She's sick, and she asked to go to bed at 5:00 p.m. to take a nap. Around 5:30, she passed out with lights on, radio blaring, the boys and dogs being themselves, and the usual evening chaos. I tried to wake her at 6:00. She didn't even stir when I said her name. Tried again around 8:30, again, no movement. We decided to just let her sleep, hoping she would sleep through the night. No such luck. She was wide awake at midnight, after 6.5 hours of sleep. I reset her several times, but she was awake in bed until at least 3:30. At that point I headed back to my bed (I had been laying on the floor in her room) and passed out. When Leon woke up at 5:15 for breakfast, she was asleep.
I decided that since I was pretty much up until 3:30, and I needed to go to the store, I would flip-flop my schedule and work a half day today and a full day on Friday. That way I could take a nap this afternoon and buy more formula on my way home from work. I also decided to sleep in til 7:00, even though I usually get up at 6:30.
Max had other plans. At 6:27 he started whining to go out, waking both me and Jeff. Jeff yelled at him to go lay down, and while Max totally ignores me, he actually listens to Jeff. I snuggled back down in bed, but quickly realized that I was wide awake, and the kids were asleep, so at 6:35, I gave up and got up hoping to get ready early and sneak out the door without anyone waking up. Since Jeff was awake, as I was leaving, I told Jeff about Ree's being up and the lack of formula.
That's when Jeff looked at me like I was crazy. He said there was a full can of formula on the counter. I told him, nope, it was empty. He said that wasn't possible. We went back and forth until he finally got up, checked the can of formula himself, and proclaimed it full. What???? So apparently, I haven't actually made a bottle since Michael ate breakfast at 6:00 a.m. on Saturday morning. Jeff had subsequently replaced the empty can with a new one. And it never occurred to me to pick up the can and check it myself. Damn. Brain just not working.
Thankfully, I have a backup brain in the form of a three-year-old little girl. She's the little mother hen that takes over when my brain goes on the brink. As I was giving the boys a bath tonight, she came in, snotty nose and all, to supervise. (The child is now refusing to blow her nose. It hurts her ears. So she just continuously wipes the nasal drip. It's...different.) I was sitting next to the tub flipping through a magazine when she walked in. I looked up to talk to her. Before I could even process what was going on in the tub, I heard her say, "Leon, sit down! We sit in the tub!" and then as he sat she said, "Thank you. That's better!" I thanked her, reminded her to leave the parenting to me, and decided to actually pay attention to the boys. That's when she decided to busy herself cleaning the bathroom floor. Again, before I knew what was going on, she said, "Mommy, I put your magazine on the counter, " and it was waaaay back on the counter, "so that Leon and Michael wouldn't get it." I thanked her for her services. What else could I do?
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