Sometime around 5 in the morning, I hear it.
I try to ignore it, hoping in the back of my mind that I'm hearing things or that maybe the monitor has picked up some other kid stirring in their bed.
Then the noises get louder, a little more demanding saying: Mom, I'm awake and so should you be.
I, literally, drag myself out of bed, stumble across the wall to get you from your crib.
We plop down on the couch and you nurse while I pray silently in my head that today will be different. I pray that today you will fall back asleep while nursing and I can put you back in your crib and float back to my own bed and crash.
Because I am seriously tired lately.
But no luck.
None at all.
5 am (sometimes sooner!) is your wake up call and I want to weep.
Who the heck gets up that stinkin' early?
Oh, that's right: YOU!
I love you to death, would do anything for you, but does it really have to include a 5 am wake up call?
Who the hell can function at 5 am?
Oh, yeah... you.
Not me though.
At 5 am, I'm cranky.
Especially because there's nothing on TV at 5 am to watch.
And because my days never end earlier than 10pm, add in an hour to shower and maybe spend some time with the hubby and you're talking 11pm before I can even think about crawling into bed.
Don't forget to add in the night wakings from you (last night was a record six!) and you can see why I'm so cranky, right?
Can't you have some pity on your poor old, tired Mommy?
And make sure it's in the form of me, laying motionless on a bed for hours without interruption.
Let me know if you can do this for me.
3 hours ago