I've Been Up all Night...

There wasn't an hour that went by last night that I did not see. That is to say, I was awake when my clock said 11, then 12, and 1, and 2, and yepper-doodle even 3, 4, and 5. By 5:43 I just gave up. My tiny little screaming barnacle (Georgia, that is) had an absolutely TERRIBLE night and by proxy, so did I. She nursed on and off constantly, as soon as I dozed off to sleep she let out a scream. Teething? Bad cold? Visions of sugar-plums dancing in her head? My arms and hands were constantly asleep due to the contorted positions I had gotten myself into, just to make her comfortable. I know intellectually something must be wrong for her to be so restless.

I visualized her wearing a little sign that said "I'm hurting" (a toddler-trick a friend taught me) and it worked for a while. I used my patience (just as I always tell her to do). But soon, her little "I'm hurting sign" began to read "I hate you mama - wake the hell up! You'll never sleep again, accept it!!!!" Surely you are aware that sleep deprivation is a form of torture that has been highly contested even for terrorism suspects. But I am not a terrorist, I'm just a teacher. Can't someone give me a break already and let me freaking sleep? (Perhaps I should involve Home-land Security, does anyone have Janet Napolitano's phone number?)

So, after this wretched sleepless night, I sent Georgia off with Don, filled with rage, frustration, and true true exhaustion. I lay in bed for 15 minutes trying to sleep but it was useless, I had worked my self into a tizzy. I walked into the living-room to get my laptop, dragging my feet with a scowl on my face. Don said "Whatcha doing?" and I snarkily responding "I'm looking for my freaking laptop." He asked "Why not sleep some more?" This really enraged me, "I CAN'T sleep, I'm too frazzled from NOT sleeping the ENTIRE night!!!!" I looked for my laptop getting more and more angry about how he had slept the whole night and how I never do! He quickly retreated into his tortoise shell knowing that I might physically attack soon.

As I turned to walk out of the room, a tiny voice said "Hi mommy" and all was forgiven.