It’s been a long week. And a long weekend. Kitten’s been more than a little fractious during the week, as earlier noted.
Friday night was a late one. I was at the convention, and then the big service at the cathedral which followed (more description of both later on — probably Monday). Got home around 9:30. Kitten was a-bed, Margie and the gang were in the basement playing D&D. After scolding them soundly for indulging in such Satanic pursuits, I brought down coffee, played around on my computer for a bit, and hit the sack at Midnight (Margie followed about half an hour later).
I had my alarm set for 5:45a, so that I could get down to the convention for the 7:00 resolution hearing. That was way too early, but dulce et decorum and all that.
At 4 or so, Margie slipped into Katherine’s room to turn off the overhead light. She’s been on this kick wanting the overhead on. A nightlight or even the small lamp in the corner provokes cries of “Dark! Dark!” from her.
At 4:30, she awoke, upset about the light being off. Margie rescued her for a few minutes.
At 4:45, she awoke for good, convinced it was time to get up. I spent a while trying to convince her otherwise. I finally finished, leaving her in the chair reading a book quietly, and staggered back to our room.
Margie was lying diagonally across the bed, head on my side. “How to you turn your alarm off?” she asked. It was 5:46.
I decided not to call Margie at lunch from the con, for fear that I would (a) wake up Kitten, or (b) wake up her from a nap she was taking while Kitten was down. So I called at 4:00p when we got out. And, of course, woke them both from a nap, since Kitten had been sleepless until about 3.
Got home around 4:30, took Kitten for a walk around the block, came back, took Margie out to our local “On the Border” restaurant (last time — service has been progressively suckier over the last year), came home, bathed the fractious Kitten, read to the fractious Kitten, left the room after two books as she hollered and wailed and treated not being read to any more like we were driving red-hot pokers into her tender flesh. We crashed about 8:30 (!).
She awoke from 10 to 11. Margie took her.
She woke up again at 3. Gas pains. She would wiggle around, crying, “No-no-no,” then fall back asleep, then do it again in about a minute. Tried to make her as comfortable as I could, then shuffled back to sleep.
She whimpered and cried on and off for another hour or so. Didn’t wake up until 7:15ish, rescued by Mommy, then got to come up and wake up Daddy at 8:00.
I don’t suppose an early, and thorough, beddy-bye is on the agenda for this evening, is it? Please?
Every now and then, I see some incredibly cute moppet doing something adorable, and I question my decision to remain childless.
Thanks for the reinforcement. (And don’t go telling me stories of adorableness now!)
FWIW, as much as I occaionally wish the problems would just go away for the moment, I’ve never regretted that we have Katherine, and, as cliche as it sounds, the good times far outweigh (in both quality and quantity) the bad.
It’s just that if all I did was tell tales of how cute she was, I wouldn’t have any site traffic.
Having kids is not for everyone. But it’s been the right thing for me.