I’ve been stuttering a lot lately. And that word is always evading me. I’ve resorted to the evil eye stare rather than my usual comeback quip with the class clowns.
Amaya’s in an “I need less sleep than you” contest with me, and I think she’s winning. She woke up at 2am the night before last and told me she needed to go #2. And she did need to. And this is when I wished she was ten and could wipe her own butt and I could trust her to wipe her own butt.
Basically any hour I wake up after midnight is sure to result in
paranoid thoughts that someone is walking around in the living room
getting up to check if someone is walking in the living room
needing to pee
needing to drink water to replace the pee
eating something to go with the water
and general tossing and turning (but quietly, so Jake doesn’t wake up)
And when Amaya wakes up after her 8 hour nap to announce the morning I want to throw away all the responsibility that is forcing me out of bed.
So I’m wishing that jobs, blogs, toddlers, appetites, taxes, dishes, committees, and bladders would just tiptoe around the house for a little longer and