Sep 25, 2008
I was going through a few of my old blogs from MySpace and found one that I just had to share. It's funny where your mind goes when you're sleep deprived and "not in touch with reality". I wrote this October 26, 2007...Levi was 6 months old at the time:
Title: Rock-a-Bye Baby
Star light, star bright, please let me get some sleep tonight!
I am soo soo soo soo tired...My life is a mixture of sleep deprivation and nursery rhymes. Feedings, diaper changes, baths, laundry, scattered toys, Dr. Seuss, Mother Goose, lullaby music and cartoon characters fill my days and nights.
Up and down constantly one night. Up only a couple of times the next. I almost feel more sleep deprived than I was 6 months ago. There was an old lady who lived in a shoe, she had so many children she didn't know what to do. Ummm...how about trying some birth control. Think that would help?
Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock, the clock struck one, then Levi woke up...again...and didn't want to go back to sleep until almost 2.
I got up at 6:45 this morning because Levi woke up. I put him in his swing and went to take a shower and get ready for the day before he started whining. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick...you'll never get to shave your legs again if you wait until the afternoon to take a shower.
Levi started whining before I had time to dry my hair. Not surprising. After all, he hadn't had a bottle since about 1:30 am. Old Mother Hubbard went to her cupboard to get her poor dog a bone, when she got there the cupboard was bare, and so the poor dog had none. Good grief, old lady. If you can't afford to feed him, don't get a dog!
Gave Levi his bottle, but he only ate half before he decided it would be more fun to blow raspberries and "talk" to me. Little Boy Blue come blow your horn...well, raspberries will do, I guess.
We read books, we play pat-a-cake, we do tummy time, we practice drinking from a cup, we stand up, we sit down, we roll around on the floor, we watch Dora the Explorer and Yo Gabba Gabba (that show is enough to make anyone want to poke their eyes out with a hot fork). Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, eating a Christmas pie. I just wish I could sit in a corner and stare at the walls and hum to myself while gently rocking back and forth.
Levi is napping...see, miracles DO happen! However, I can't sleep. I tried, but I just can't seem to relax enough to do it. I feel like a zombie. Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep, and can't tell where to find them. Ahhh...I wondered what those things were jumping over my head as it lay on the pillow. Oh well, I didn't count them, so she can have them back.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon...
If my cat goes into Levi's nursery ONE more time while he's trying to sleep, I'll kill her. As for the moon, I'll see you tonight at 2 am...
(Side note: Today, I actually enjoy Yo Gabba Gabba! LOL)