Thursday, December 06, 2007

I heard you the first time
Logan did not sleep very well at all last night. We has up fussing about every 45 minutes. I would go back to tuck him in, come back downstairs & get comfortable on the couch to only have to go back up there again. And again. This went through the entire night. It's a good thing I'm an insomniac & can function the next day without having some decent REM. Bill took over at about 5-ish, maybe earlier, so Logan was going at this non-stop. I thought it might be teething & gave him some Tylenol earlier in the night. That didn't work at all. Come to find out, this morning he woke up with a cold & I've been wiping snot from his face all day long.

Not only has he been sick with a cold & very tired from a horrible night, but he's been ultra whiny ta boot. It has not been a good day for either of us because his temperament has made me uber grumpy too. I've had a lot on my plate today with filing complaints with the insurance commission as requested by the news reported covering the case (something I was going to do a long time ago & it slipped through the cracks). I had to reschedule Logan's allergist appointment that we had tomorrow morning & I had to field phone calls from upset members in our playgroup because of some serious drama goin down (a post for later this week). All of this being done with a screaming 2 year old. Screaming hard enough that his face was blotchy, snot running down from his nose & gaging hard enough that I though he was going to hurl on the carpet.

And Then! If I wasn't listening to him scream, I heard a steady chant just like this:

Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, water, water, water, water, water, water, water, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, nose, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, potty, potty, potty, cars, cars, cars, cars, cars, cars, cars, cars, cars, cars, cars, cars, cars, cars, cars, cars, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, play, play, play, play, play, play, color, color, color, color, color, color, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat....

You get the idea. I'm glad tomorrow's another day.

1 comment:

Erin said...

I hope today turns out better than your Thursday did, and Logan feels better soon!