Bad news!

Little man fell asleep early last night and I decided to let him lie in bed with me since Harry was off to work anyway. BAD IDEA! He got really comfortable and then around 3am began tossing and turning and fussing.

He wanted to lie on me, then he wanted to lie beside me, then he wanted lie on me again...

Ugh! I finally got up and realized Harry was already home and watching TV. I rocked him sitting down and walked around the apartment with him (my back taking a pounding from his 20 pound ass!) until he fell asleep again. Sleep didn't come easy! He fussed until 5am. I wanted to shoot him! I tried to get back to sleep and it took a while after being up with him for so long. Finally I got back to sleep only to be woken up again at 7am. He shit himself and was hungry! OH JOY! I changed him while I dry heaved and then made his cereal, which he refused to eat. He made ugly faces and swatted at the bowl. So I let him have some of my toast and cheese instead. He wants only what I am eating, the monster!

He ate that with a smug little face.

I gave him a bottle and he went back to sleep. I thought GREAT! Now I can go back to sleep for at least another hour or so. I was just about to get into bed when the phone rang! It was my father-in-law. He was coming into the city to drop off our mattress and wanted to leave within the hour. SURE! No problem. I just wanted to sleep a little more, so maybe a half hour instead of an hour? I slip into bed with the covers around me and guess what?

The phone rang AGAIN!

This time it is my sister, she was supposed to come into the city to visit Hunter College but went out last night and didn't feel like coming. Okay, no biggie, I can still get some sleep then. I hang up and turn to go back into my room and the phone rang AGAIN! What now?!

I am starting to go crazy!

It's my brother. Weird. He never calls this early. It was 10am. I answer but not wanting to...

Me: Hello?
Bro: Nic?
Me: hey what's up?
Bro: daddy's in the hospital. He was in a car accident last night and got banged up.

FUCKING HELL! All I want is sleep. I call my dad just to be sure he is not in serious trouble and he says he is okay but bruised pretty bad. Nothing was broken or severe. PHEW! So of course I alert the family and hang up. I look at my bed longingly, realizing it and me...just weren't meant to be. So I shower and gather up the baby, while listen to my husband lecture me on the danger of having the baby in the hospital. Anything else?

Now home and tired as all hell, I am really glad daddy's okay. He was really lucky that he was only bruised b/c the accident was pretty bad (a truck hit a car and that car's bumper went flying into him). His car was totaled but he has his life. And of course all he could think about was his torn clothes (which he just bought) and his car. Silly man!

teething

teething, ugh! he spends most of his time with his mouth hanging open and saliva dripping from it! he is in constant pain and needs to chew shit...usually my face. i feel sorry for the poor bugger! a family member told me that baby ambesol is no good b/c it numbs their throats as well as their gums...where was that stuff on my anniversary?!

anyhoo, as a result of the ripping and tearing of gums, my son has taken to yelling, making weird faces, throwing things, wacking me and refuses to eat anything i put in front of him...

what's next i wonder?