Dr. Ferber Will See You Now

I can see it coming.  I'm gonna have to go full on "cry it out" with this baby.  And it's gonna suuuuuck.  I've been trying to lay the groundwork lately and making sure to put Sam in his crib before he's completely asleep, but it usually ends with me going in his room a zillion times before just giving up and rocking him to sleep.

I distinctly remember going through this with Alex and the awful nights listening to a seemingly never ending wail of "mamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamama!" through the monitor.  It is heartbreaking.  I am not looking forward to going through it again.  But, I also can't rock this kid to sleep every single time he needs to rest.

A quick Googling let me know somewhere around 5 months old is the appropriate time to Ferberize.  This kid has 2 months to get his shit straight.

Making his presence known

Nothing truly drives home the fact you have a five year old living in your house like going to bed and finding a fart blaster under your quilt.

What a difference a day makes!

You guys.  I got some sleep last night.  After three nights of Samalamadingdong not sleeping in longer than half hour to 1&1/2 hour increments, he slept for 4 hours straight last night.  From 1am to 5am, I reveled in delicious uninterrupted sleep.  It was marvelous.

And this morning?  Alex woke up right on time without any pleading.  Sam woke up happy...well happy after he guzzled 5oz of his sweet nectar.  The dog wasn't even annoying.  Drop off at daycare went great.  I came home to one quick work email and nothing else.

So far, I have picked up every room, did the dishes, and went for a run.  Which by the way was fantastic.  I logged a solid 2.5 miles without having to walk.  I'm not gonna lie, when the dog stopped in the middle of a killer hill to poo, I was not sad.  But still, no walking.

And now while I cut up a watermelon and finish cleaning my filthy house, I am blaring Lady Gaga and singing at the top of my lungs.  Sorry neighbors and UPS delivery guy, Mama got some sleep and she's on fire.

I'm telling you, 4 hours of sleep is therapeutic.

Sweet Alex

Sam is on a bit of a sleep strike the last couple of nights.  Not sure what the deal is, but we'll figure it out sooner or later.  Hopefully sooner than later because I am freaking tired.

Usually, he is just fussy enough to get me up and then the second I pick him up or re-nuk him, he falls right back to sleep.  I have tried getting him to fall asleep without me holding him so that if he wakes up and I'm not holding him, it doesn't seem weird.  Still wakes up and fusses.  I have tried getting him to fall asleep without a nuk so that if he wakes up without a nuk it doesn't seem weird..  Still wakes up and fusses.  Killin' me here.

This morning, he was not just fussy when he woke up for the zillionth time; he was PISSED.  And very vocal about it.  Vocal enough that he woke up his brother.  His brother that will sleep through an entire change of clothes into pajamas.  During a break in Sam yelling at me, I heard Alex open his door.  I turned around and apologized that Sam woke him up.  He just stood there naked, wrapped in his brown elephant blanket, smiled, and said, "It's OK that Sam woke me up, Mom.  If he hadn't woke me up, I wouldda slept all day.  Ha!"

How is it that the one that can unravel my sanity in the blink of an eye is also the one that melts my heart so often?

Maggotgate 2014

As of 2pm yesterday, we are maggot free.  I think the little bastards started in the garbage we forgot to take out before we left for the weekend, and then just spread out in search of food to eat while they waited to turn into flies.  Gross.  Everything about this is gross.

Multiple times I thought I found them all, only to be thwarted with the next thing I moved or picked up.  I cleaned all around the garbage and got the ones scurrying along the floorboards.  And then I moved the dog bed and blanket.  More maggots.  I got rid of those and cleaned that whole area.  And then I picked up the dog dishes.  More maggots.  So I got rid of those and cleaned that whole area.  And then I picked up the mat in front of the door.  More freaking maggot.  So, I got rid of those and cleaned that whole area.  That was the last I saw of them.  And believe me, if they are there, I will see them.  I am constantly walking around the kitchen staring at the floor and every corner looking for the little white wiggly worms of grossness.

This morning there was a fly in my house and I felt pure rage in every fiber of my being.  So much so that I smacked it twice.  Once while it was sitting on one of Sam's toys.  The second time?  It had bounced off the toy and was sitting on the folder I have to turn in to daycare with all of Sam's intake forms.  I don't even care.  I will NOT have maggots in my kitchen again.

Since that last post...

In the time since I came home to find the previously mentioned random destruction from the mutt, the following has happened:

• I moved the refrigerator to clean up the exploded soda can and found a half dozen maggots.
• The baby spit up, unbeknownst to me, and then slept in it, rendering his hair a formula-crusted helmet.
• The dog puked six different times.  All six times on the carpet.  The carpet I just shampooed a week ago.
• I was late leaving to take the boys to daycare only to discover I forgot Alex's swim trunks and had to turn back to get them.
• I arrived at daycare and immediately realized I dressed Alex and I EXACTLY the same.
• Upon picking up my work bag to get my day started, I found more maggots.
• I completely did not assess my face before leaving the house and had yesterday's mascara smeared a good inch below each eye.

Y'all can quit, because I have clearly won life.

IlovemydogIlovemydogIlovemydog

If I keep saying it, I won't kill her, right?  I didn't quite make it home before the thunder...

Annoying as it was to push my way into the house through a pile of shredded cardboard mixed in with soda and beer cans, it didn't hold a candle to thinking I was grabbing some torn up carpet pad off the floor only to end up with a handful of barfed up carpet pad/food/bile.

IlovemydogIlovemydogIlovemydog.