22 April 2012

What being a sleep deprived crazy person taught me about my own parents

Well, I'm mostly a sleep deprived crazy person. :) I threatened my poor baby with death last night if he didn't go back to sleep. (Please, I was nowhere near serious or tired enough to inflict any actual harm upon my beautiful little boy.)

The back story:

Charlie has eczema, and for the last 3-4 weeks it has been terrible. His trunk and upper arms have been covered in oozing red clumps of nastiness. He's been off and on steroid cream and TONS of aquaphor. When he scratches, the oozing red clumps of nastiness start bleeding. (God bless his poor little soul.) The doctor said he cannot scratch at all, so when we see him scratching keep him on Benadryl. So, he's been on Benadryl pretty much every other night for about 3-4 weeks..... until 4 nights ago. The saga begins... DUN DUN DUN!!!! (queue music)


6 AM: Charlie wakes up when Michael gets ready for work. Michael so graciously takes him until he leaves at 7:15 so I can sleep a little longer. :)

6:15: MA MA MA MA!!!!!!!!! *poke poke poke* *body slam* For realz yo. I'm not sleeping in.

8:00: Out for a run... sorta. Half a mile in, Charlie starts screaming like a mad man. I guess I'll just run later in the week.

10:00: Hallelujah it's nap time. Too bad Charlie didn't get the memo.

12:00PM: Shove some lunch in his mouth. Cheerios. I feel guilty that I didn't give him anything nutritious.

12:15: He falls asleep. :D JACKPOT!

12:45: He wakes up. boo.

1:00-4:30: This time is spent in a walking haze. Somehow, we both survive and are relatively healthy.

4:45: I'm laying on the floor contemplating the virtues of shipping him off to daycare for a while. Then, he crawls on top of me and falls asleep immediately. All thoughts of daycare are gone. My little boy is perfect. :)

5:30: The baby wakes up. I'm exhausted. It is one of those days that I plan on handing Charlie off to Michael as soon as he walks in the door, then I'm GONE! see ya. I get a call. Michael has a mandatory work dinner. Sigh.

8:30: Michael finally gets home. Charlie has been screaming for 2 hours.

9:00: Michael gets Charlie to sleep. All is well in the world again.

9:15: Michael and I are asleep. :)

12:00AM (THURSDAY): Seriously, I hear a crying baby?!

12:15-5:00AM: This entire time is spent in a walking coma. Seriously.

All of Thursday pretty much resembles Wednesday. We go to house church Thursday night. I'm listening to the lesson, but honestly, I don't hear a word. I'm half asleep.

This continues until Saturday night.

8:00 PM (SATURDAY): Charlie is asleep.

9:00: I'm asleep.

12:00 AM(SUNDAY): Charlie is not asleep.

2:00: This is not my finest parenting hour. I look at him and say loudly, "I swear. I brought you into this world. If you don't go to sleep, I'm gonna take you back out!"  He screams in what, at the time, I can only assume to be mortal terror, and I start crying HYSTERICALLY. Terrible mom award.

2:15: This is not my finest wife-y moment either. I wake Michael up, hand him Charlie, and go lay down on the couch.

3:00: Charlie is back asleep.

It is 12:30 on Sunday afternoon, and I'm pretty much rested. I'm looking at Charlie wondering how I could ever lose my temper with him. Before I had Charlie, I was under the delusion that parents should NEVER lose their temper. When they do, it is just a sign of their ridiculousness... like they can somehow be perfect all the time. I remember thinking, "They are older than me. It is their job to be nice all the time." HAHA. Looking back, I realize how ridiculous I was. When you live at home and/or don't have your own children it is possible to be semi-appreciative of your parents. It's nice when they give you money and buy you clothes. I don't think you truly appreciate them until you have your own children. You realize that every dollar they gave you came from their own spending money. You realize that every time they bought you a pair of jeans, that was one less pair of jeans they could buy for themselves. You realize that they didn't kill you when you were up 4 nights in a row for no reason. You realize that they didn't physically harm you when you were being an idiot teenager. :) 


  1. Sounds like you are growing up too jessica. I am still having realizations about my own parents and i am 40. You dont really gain full insight into others experiences until you walk down the same path.

  2. Call if you need to come over or vent. I've been there, and sometimes I just wanted to SCREAM and had no one to call. I was a new mom far away from my home too. Sorry I can't come to you, and my schedule can be a crazy train, but if I can ever help give you some rest, you can drop Charlie with me downstairs and crash upstairs at my house. :)

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    1. Oh. You were talking to Amber. Well anyway i still love yuo!

  4. May I please just say, when I read that Charlie has a "trunk", I almost spit out my orange juice from trying to hold in my laugh. You're the best.