One Night of Sleep!

Isn't it amazing what a decent night's sleep can do for a person? Pipsi slept ALL NIGHT last night. ALL NIGHT LONG. And the bonus is that when she eventually woke up, she had a mommy who was more human than monster for the first time in about six weeks. Good for her!

Pooki woke up in need of snuggling at some point, but once we found her beloved Binkie and she cuddled up, back she went to Beandreamland. Blessed, blessed relief. By the end of yesterday, we were all aching for some relief.

Yesterday was one of those days that I just want to forget ever happened. It got off to a decent start but by about one o'clock the day lay in shattered ruins. Pooki was really snoozy all day, napping well and long, surprisingly. But Pipsi would have none of it. It's gotta be the teeth. She was fussing and fidgeting and was really sleepy, catching about 45 minutes between the carseat and the stroller while we ran errands and bought groceries (as much adventure as our fun-filled life allows) but when she got into her crib it was nothing but screams. Scream. Scream. Scream. Please remove me from my crib. I will not be sleeping now, thank you. Did you hear me? Scream. No sleeping right now. Scream. You may feed me if you wish, but I will not sleep. Scream. You don't seem to hear me. Scream. Come and pick me up before my head explodes. ScreamScreamScreamScreamScream. Gasp. Screeeeeeaaaaaaammmm.

As long as she was in someone's arms, she was fine. But. She. Did. Not. Want. To. Be. Put. Down. Or sleep. Period.

At six o'clock she ate eleven ounces of formula, draining her own bottle and then polishing off the remaining three ounces Pooki didn't have room to swallow. Then she ate eight more at 8:30. Apparently, screaming all day builds up a ravenous appetite. Full to the brim, she fell asleep in about ten seconds. Which was awesome.

Anyway, the best part about yesterday was how well Biscuit and Hubby came through. Disappointed as I was at my inability to cook the dinner I wanted, Hubby picked up my slack and took care of pretty much everything while Biscuit cracked out his homework, finished up and helped entertain the Beans.

Biscuit is pretty easily entertained himself, though. He's highly amused by the stories I tell him that I've heard from the voices in my head. And he listens well too! When I told him that the Beans' toy sings a different song to me when I'm really tired ( it sounds like this: "A, B, C, D, E, F, G, I'm going to kill you in your sleep,") he found that hilarious enough to begin repeating at odd intervals. So now I get to hear it from inside AND outside my head. What a sweetheart.

The thing is, I guess I'm really lucky since I can count on two facts: that eventually the Beans will sleep all night long, and when they don't I have the coolest support team on the planet. Booie, Biscuit-- you guys rock and I love you more than cheesecake!