Incoherent and Headachey

So the sleep thing.

It is not getting better.

I went out this morning and bought a little sound machine. I'm really hoping it'll solve my husband's Every-Bump-In-The-Night-Is-A-Burglar issue. Which in turn, will keep my daughter from hearing him roam around inspecting all the windows at 2:15am, giving her no reason to toddle down the hall with her arms full of stuffed animals (seriously?!) and crawl into bed with us - eventually crowding me out.

Which may just keep me from beating both of them.



Good luck, little sound ball. No pressure.

Days Away

We needed a couple of cans of spray paint last week. Carter had a school project due and I couldn't figure out a way to complete it without a trip to WalMart. I put it off for as long as I could, but Thursday after school, it was time.

We went in through the garden center, which has been - up until now - full of Christmas stuff. Overnight, it seems, the garden came back. Weed killer and potting soil and trowels and watering cans.

And tulips.

Purple. Tulips.

My favourite.

I know they're only an annual here, and I really don't like to buy plants at WalMart anyway... but they were seventy four cents, and my fall pansies were looking pretty shabby.

Spring is just days away, down here. Man I love Florida.

No Sleep 'Til - Um...

Nobody sleeps in this house anymore.

That may be an exaggeration. Carter sleeps. And he's a someone. So.

Only one person sleeps in this house.

Joe and I are having daily Worst Night Ever contests, where we try to outdo each other in hours lost, weird dreams, times woken, child dealt with, and eventual surrender to just... giving up and getting out of bed.

I usually win these contests by adding "and then the baby kicked my bladder - again" or "I think I pulled something trying to pick Kara up and take her back to her room." Plus? He's been waking up to freshly ironed shirts. We don't have a laundry fairy. That's me, at 4:00am - while he's all alone in the bed.

And even that's not true because for the last week or so, Kara has been crawling into our bed in the middle of the night EVERY NIGHT. She busts into our room and climbs right up and shares my pillow. That's why the pulling something trying to pick her up happens. And I've recently decided it's not worth the pain and just abandoning the bed to the two of them to snore and kick each other in. The leather sofa isn't at all comfortable, and at best I get to doze. But it's better than being crowded.

I think.

Some day we'll all sleep again.

I can't even figure out how to end this post, so I'm just going to stop.

And go lay down.