Friday, May 16, 2008

The Banana Dance

I am so tired...so very very tired. S was up nursing every two hours last night.

As soon as I would begin to dream the crying would begin. I would be dancing the tango with a muscle bound stud in my son's dentist office while holding a banana and waaaa!!!!! I would be playing with my dog who was speaking French and wearing a beret and waaaa!!!! It never stopped.

I am good for nothing today. I should have a warning label that reads: warning do not let this woman operate heavy machinery, get near an oven, talk to people or give anyone directions. But instead I must go on with my day and act as if my brain is not in a dazed state of sleep deprivation.

Last night I kept making a list of things I'd rather be doing than getting up every two hours in my head. I'd rather stand in a line for the bathroom at a crowded sports stadium while really having to pee. I'd rather do my taxes. I'd rather clean the gunk out of my dogs ear. I'm not sure if it helped but at least it proved I could still think.

I am shocked I am able to blog. Although it may be like that very special Family Tie's episode where Alex is taking a lot of vivrin and he thinks he is writing a terrific term paper but when he wakes up in the morning he finds he has written the 20 paged paper all on one page.

You would let me know if I was doing that right? You know what, just let me think I am being witty and perceptive. Who's it gonna hurt?

15 comments:

Heather said...

Oh my goodness, this was so funny! I remember those days well. My little C. was an hourly nurser, and would never accept a bottle or pacifier. I thought I was going to die of exhaustion, or end up in an asylum.

I cracked up at your reference to that Family Ties episode. I haven't thought of that in years.

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the teach said...

Suzie, that's the most witty and perceptive post I've ever read! LOL! :D

Kmommy said...

Ugh! Those kind of nights suck so bad (no awful pun intended there). Luckily B only does that during growth spurts. D was every two hours every night until he was about 10mos!

Vered said...

But you ARE being witty and perceptive. :)

Boy, I can relate to this. It's like torture, isn't it? The minute you drift into sweet slumber, they start wailing.

We are THAT Family said...

BLESS YOUR HEART! I remember those days. . . vaguely. Most of it has been blocked out for my own protection. It does get better. I'm saying this as my 17 month old is throwing stuff in the toilet. But seriously. . . get some rest this weekend!

Madge said...

i can't believe how witty and perceptive you are being!

Colleen said...

I say you're doin' DAMNED good!

It gets better - you know that. I just cheered the other day when I realized my 15-month-old goes to sleep on his own without a hitch! Now only if I could get BOTH KIDS to go to sleep in the same room at the same time...

forgetfulone said...

Yes, we'd let you know! Your writing is excellent for a sleep-deprived mom! I remember those days.

HRH said...

That was the best sleep deprived inspired post ever written.

The fact that you could pull out 80s television facts in the end is even more astounding!

Please tell me you got a nap...

I can't even remember my own name when I am that sleep deprived so you really should get some sort of medal.

CC said...

wow! You are SO witty! And perceptive too!

SheMom said...

My toddler did the same thing the first four months of his life and I can completely relate to you :).. It gets very frustrating! I loved the way you described it!

Hope you get more sleep tonight :)

trying said...

oh broken sleep sucks. very poetic i know but there is no other way to put it.

hang in there. hopes it better tonight.

WillThink4Wine said...

You know, there will come a time that you will look back on these sleepless nights, and long for them. In the meantime, sleep whenever the baby sleeps and hang on tight!!

frogpondsrock said...

Very very Witty, Brilliantly witty.

I remember the sleepless nights very very well. But now that my daughter (aka the sleepless one) has her own sleepless offspring All I can really think to do.. Is offer up great sighs of relief that I only have to deal with a snotty teenage boy.. Woot.

cheers kim

Veronica said...

I hate nights like those. Hate them.

And then when I complain the next day about being tired, my DH doesn't get it, because he wasn't home!

 
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