At midnight you discover that your toddler is sleeping in his own vomit. Do you wake him up?
This was the case last night and I had to think about it for a very long time. Under no circumstances do you ever wake a sleeping baby, right? However, when your little tyke has unrecognizable hot dog pieces and regurgitated blueberries stuck to the side of his head, it's kind of hard not to want to clean him up.
So at 12:30 a.m. this morning, I carefully lifted Charlie out of his crib, changed his sheets, wiped him down, and tried to put him back to bed. I wish I could say that he didn't wake up, but that is not how it went down at all.
There was a lot of screaming. Then 30 minutes later there was more screaming. Then he gave me an hour before he started screaming again. It lasted like this until 7:00 a.m. I have no clue what I am doing up right now, except that I do believe I just saw an elephant jump out of my computer monitor and tap me on the shoulder. Dang those hallucinations.
Although it is a huge blessing to be a stay-at-home mom, I still have to "work" regardless of how bad the previous night was. Thank goodness for Excedrin. I'm not an addict, just completely reliant on it to function through the day after no sleep. Oh, how I love those tiny white pills. (Not an addict. Promise.)
On a totally not - but sort of - related note, today I bought NyQuil capsules to take on the airplane when we go on our trip. I never sleep on airplanes, but I want to change that. Erik said I should have just bought a bottle of whiskey.