Sleeping Like a Baby
I'm not feeling overly well right now.
I have a headache.
And it's a big fat headache that won't be shifted with either caffeine OR Extra Strong PainKillers.
I'm blaming neither the 1/2 of a bottle of SSB, nor the 1/2 200gm packet of Raffaello chocolates (they're use-by tomorrow - I had to eat them, otherwise it would be profligate wastage) I consumed last night while kicking back and shouting at the TV (as is my wont).
I'm blaming Miss O who was hysterically screaming when I went to bed.
And, because MrB needed a good nights sleep due to his attendance at some special course in Parramatta over the next two days, I decided to take said Missy to the spare (double) bed.
Bloody Child!
I swear she managed to squidge around so much I got zero sleep. ZERO! She slept like a log. A log that moves around a lot. At once stage she was lying across the bed, with me clinging to spare 5cm of edge. And everytime I moved her, she'd magically roll back into the exact same position. Without waking up.
And the worst bit: being woken by an extremely bright and chirpy child demanding her 'brekfrust' at 6am. Urgh! Argh!
Need more coffee...
I have a headache.
And it's a big fat headache that won't be shifted with either caffeine OR Extra Strong PainKillers.
I'm blaming neither the 1/2 of a bottle of SSB, nor the 1/2 200gm packet of Raffaello chocolates (they're use-by tomorrow - I had to eat them, otherwise it would be profligate wastage) I consumed last night while kicking back and shouting at the TV (as is my wont).
I'm blaming Miss O who was hysterically screaming when I went to bed.
And, because MrB needed a good nights sleep due to his attendance at some special course in Parramatta over the next two days, I decided to take said Missy to the spare (double) bed.
Bloody Child!
I swear she managed to squidge around so much I got zero sleep. ZERO! She slept like a log. A log that moves around a lot. At once stage she was lying across the bed, with me clinging to spare 5cm of edge. And everytime I moved her, she'd magically roll back into the exact same position. Without waking up.
And the worst bit: being woken by an extremely bright and chirpy child demanding her 'brekfrust' at 6am. Urgh! Argh!
Need more coffee...
Labels: Curly Girls
posted by actonb at 10:49 am
9 Comments:
You need a soundproof, padded wall room with those plastic balls in so you can toss those troublesome children in.
This should be read to teenagers to educate them about the dangers of pregnancy...
O-Mel, this would just be the foreword to such a tome; it would start with the joys of morning sickness (possibly the most innacurately named illness on the planet), and would end with the joys of live-in twenty-somethings, too poor or too lasy to leave the nest. The Earth needs Hindi and Mandarin editions toute suite...
Shrooms: Hell yes! The soundproof is a must!
OMel: I think my entire blog exists as a cautionary tale...
Donnie: Precisely! Although my kids are NO WAY staying past 25.
My mother always said she'd kick us out if we were still home at 22. Poor little bro only has one more year to sort his shit out...
Yeah....been there. Or better, the "Mummy, it's STORY TIME" when the fever breaks at 4am.
I feel your pain, Actonb.
Completely unrelated - i just watched SVU for the first time in ages and i will say this much... i think Detective Stabler has been on the same gear as Rocky VI.
Omel: Do you really think she'll kick him out??? Isn't he her baby boy?
GW: Oh yeah - the joy of motherhood, right there! We have to whisk any crying child straight out of the room or you end up with 'If you wake your sister up I'll... Oh bugger, she's awake'
mars: I don't care what he's taking! He's a hunka hunk of Elliot -ness. But I didn't watch it last night. Bummer.
this is exactly why i dont want kids. at least with cats and dogs you can shut them outside if they're giving you the shits.
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