Thursday, August 25, 2016


I need at least seven hours.  I know eight hours are suggested, and some people are lucky to get five.  But I NEED seven.  If I don’t have enough sleep, I am a raging bitch.  I mean, more than usual. 

When I issued this disclaimer upon arriving home from the hospital days after each girl was born, you would think they understood.  Sure, the first year I was mostly patient when they woke me in the middle of the night for a feeding, wet diaper or teething.  But after a year, well…mommy lost her patience for any middle of the night interruptions.  Yes, I cared for my kids, but on the inside, I was scowling and bitter they disturbed my precious sleep.

Fast forward to 2016 and you would think they had a firm grasp on the concept.  But no…that is not the case.  Last week, Bryleigh came into my room on TWO different nights to tell me she was scared. 

The mommy gene that immediately jumps up and cuddles the scared child and walks them back to bed and sprays ‘monster repellent’ OR brings them into their own bed was skipped when God was putting me together.

I growled to turn on the bathroom light and go back to bed.  She did.  On night two, she came in and told me she had already turn on the bathroom light and that wasn’t working, so I reluctantly invited her into bed, where she squeezed btwn her dad & myself and quickly took over, pushing the two of us to the edge of the bed, where I balanced my body, in hopes of not landing on the floor, for the rest of the night.

I mean, come on, I can’t be the only mom that feels like this!  Right?!  Moms?

So last night when I woke up in excruciating shoulder pain, unable to find any relief and stayed up for 90 mins…finally falling asleep in an awkward position.  Only to wake up a mere 60 mins later because of the pain and having to go out to the couch because I was in so much pain, I assume was my karma being served for sucking as a mom when I’m woke up in the middle of the night.

But all joking aside, the pain…ya’ll…it was bad.  I almost drove myself to the ER.  I walked around with 8 dvt’s for almost 2 wks, crying in pain…it was comparable to that. 

When I stumbled in to work, with beet red eyes, I was even crabbier than usual.  At 10:30, I felt my eyes burning from exhaustion, while my shoulder ached.  I was so happy to go home for lunch and lie down.  Even though my shoulder was still sore, I was so tired, the exhaustion won and I was able to sleep.  When it was time to get up and come back in, I almost cried, I could have used another hour..or three.

So, next time Bry comes in to tell me she’s scared, I’m going to force myself to care.  I learned my lesson.  I don’t need that karma bitch coming back around!

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