Sleeping Beauty
Everybody knows how frustrating it is to wait all day on the phone/cable/gas/delivery/etc guy? Sure, you have a tentative window of anytime between noon to a week from Sunday for them to show up, but do they care? Nooooooooo. It's frustrating and it seems impossible to get much of anything done, because you keep looking out the window, thinking that they'll be there any minute so you don't start any big projects...like bathing — uh, unless you're a phone/cable/gas/delivery/etc customer in a porn flick, and then you might want to bathe first.
Anyway, you're probably wondering just who it was that I had scheduled to come by today. Well, nobody actually, but this analogy can be applied to my son's sleeping schedule. Just who does this kid think he is anyway? I've got things to do. If he wants to sleep until 10:15 in the morning (which HE DID TODAY), I'd appreciate some advance notice. Does this child think that I base my entire day around his schedule? Well, actually I do, but it's the principality here, folks. Sure, I could have caught up on my e-mails, or cleaned up around the house, or done some laundry — whatever. But, since he's never ever slept this late before, I kept thinking that surely he'd be up at any moment. Actually, when I rolled my lazy butt out of bed at 8:30 this morning, I was surprised that he wasn't up then, hollering for me to come grab him. Had I known that I had two hours until he did get up, I could have done a ton of stuff. Hell, I could have run some errands. He wouldn't have known the difference.
By 9:30, though, I was starting to worry. I kept going over to the baby monitor and listening for any kind of noise. I thought I heard a rustle once or twice, but I wasn't completely sure. By 10:00, I was looking for mirrors that I could go and stick under his nose to make sure he was breathing. I don't want to sound grim, but I concocted several imaginary situations that kept making me want to run upstairs and make sure he was okay.
When he finally did wake up, he was just sitting in his crib (which he NEVER does if he's awake), hugging his favorite stuffed toy, Barkley, and smiling. That little turkey had planned the whole thing. I think he was awake the whole time, stifling giggles and waiting as long as he could, knowing that I was just a few feet away, worrying and getting absolutely nothing done.
Anyway, you're probably wondering just who it was that I had scheduled to come by today. Well, nobody actually, but this analogy can be applied to my son's sleeping schedule. Just who does this kid think he is anyway? I've got things to do. If he wants to sleep until 10:15 in the morning (which HE DID TODAY), I'd appreciate some advance notice. Does this child think that I base my entire day around his schedule? Well, actually I do, but it's the principality here, folks. Sure, I could have caught up on my e-mails, or cleaned up around the house, or done some laundry — whatever. But, since he's never ever slept this late before, I kept thinking that surely he'd be up at any moment. Actually, when I rolled my lazy butt out of bed at 8:30 this morning, I was surprised that he wasn't up then, hollering for me to come grab him. Had I known that I had two hours until he did get up, I could have done a ton of stuff. Hell, I could have run some errands. He wouldn't have known the difference.
By 9:30, though, I was starting to worry. I kept going over to the baby monitor and listening for any kind of noise. I thought I heard a rustle once or twice, but I wasn't completely sure. By 10:00, I was looking for mirrors that I could go and stick under his nose to make sure he was breathing. I don't want to sound grim, but I concocted several imaginary situations that kept making me want to run upstairs and make sure he was okay.
When he finally did wake up, he was just sitting in his crib (which he NEVER does if he's awake), hugging his favorite stuffed toy, Barkley, and smiling. That little turkey had planned the whole thing. I think he was awake the whole time, stifling giggles and waiting as long as he could, knowing that I was just a few feet away, worrying and getting absolutely nothing done.
posted by Carter at 10:02 PM
3 Comments:
so did the cable guy ever come?
Ooo woo, you said h-e-double hockey sticks... ;-)
Oh dad, you will learn. A child that sleeps late in the morning, or takes too long of a nap, will not go to bed on time tonight. On top of being very grumpy about it all afternoon cause his schedule is wacked!
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