By kenny friedman on Thursday, August 04, 2011
Filed Under: Behind the Tweet
Since most of my genius comes in under 140 characters I thought I'd do a little Behind The Tweet thing.
But I should also mention that I guest posted at With Two Cats today. Check it out there but don't be disappointed when it shows up here later... It's a good post and there will be extra content (read one extra photo if I remember).
Anyway back to Behind The Tweet.
In reality I'm not tired... But I do look it often. It's because of Miloh... He's kicking my butt.
You see my body hasn't adjusted to his time zone, and I'm not sure it ever will at this point. My body hates getting up before 7am... No matter when I go to sleep if I get up before 7 I feel like I'm hung over. But it doesn't help that I usually can't sleep until midnight or later.
And while Staci and I switch off who has morning duty I still hear him when he gets up at 6 (or earlier).
To make matters worse he's scared of his room right now, so he has a tendency to get up in the middle of the night and wail like a banshee. Also, because he's not digging his room, his doctor suggested we put a gate up on his door but keep the door open so he feels less alone. Good in theory but not so great in practice.
He's like a booby trap waiting to go off... One wrong move... One tiny noise as I walk by his room to go to sleep and he's up. And at times he's sleeping on the floor right next to the gate just waiting for anything to wake him.
Two nights ago it was pretty bad... He woke as I went to bed and would not calm himself... He wailed like he's never wailed before...
And I gave in.
I went to calm him but there was nothing I could do... So I grabbed my pillow and sheet, plopped the pillow on the floor and turned the light off...
While I was doing that he grabbed my rather heavy pillow and place it on his bed. I grabbed it and put it back on the floor. He wailed a bit but finally settled when he came off his bed and laid on the floor with me, head on the pillow and body going the opposite way from me...
And since I didn't go to sleep until 1am and he got up at 6am I was looking not the best, again... And not feeling 100 percent until about 9am (it's weird, no matter when I wake or how little I sleep once I'm supposed to be going I'm good)... But times like that make the lack of sleep worth it.
The thing is it's not just one day. That day was proceeded by another day of little sleep and today I'm on five hours because I didn't get to sleep until 12:30 and he woke at 5:45.
So while he isn't giving me grey hairs he is giving me dark circles... And that's why I say I'm tired all the time.
Also if this makes no sense it's because it was written before 9am.
Moral of the story: I need some coffee.