Midnight: Off work finally after a busy shift, drive home
12:12am: Get home, talk to Ryan a little
12:34am: He's sleepy, let's got to bed
12:48am: Say goodnight to sleeping babies, check binkies
12:52am: Get myself a cup of water for the night table
12:54am: Check that doors are locked, lights are off, go downstairs
12:57am: Get ready for bed, brush teeth
1:06am: Lay down
1:15am: Toss
1:48am: Turn
2:32am: Crying baby, wake up Ryan
2:33am: Both babies crying, get up too
2:35am: Two changed diapers, two binkies, readjust blankets
2:36am: Head down to bed again
2:36am: Got to bottom of stairs, crying baby again, go back upstairs
2:37am: Both babies still crying, pick up both babies, rock them simultaneously
2:40am: Both are relaxed, gently lay them down in cribs, check binkies
2:41am: Head for bed, very sleepy
2:58am: Should have gone potty while I was still up with them, sigh
3:02am: Toss
3:27am: Turn
3:38am: Crying baby, go upstairs, Chloe, binkie, diaper again, rub back, not working, rock
3:40am: Plug in night light that they keep unplugging and hiding, rock
3:52am: Put Chloe back down, rub back
3:59am: Head for bed thinking, "Didn't I already do this?"
4:10am: Toss
4:28am: Turn
4:46am: Tired of toss/turn, go upstairs for chocolate milk and some television
4:48am: Nothing on 70+ channels but Jackie Chan movies and infomercials
5:11am: Flipped through channels several times, nothing worth watching
5:12am: Head for bed, yet again
5:22am: Toss
5:36am: Turn
5:40am: Crying baby, Chloe, probably teething, Tylenol, rock
5:58am: Sleeping Chloe, head for bed
5:58am: Pit stop at the computer to blog
Anticipating:
6:23am: Toss
6:28am: Turn
6:45am: Finally falling asleep until Ryan elbows me in the face or starts talking in his sleep
8:32am: Giggling, happy babies ready for breakfast, tired Mommy
As hard as it might be to imagine, ...cherish these times. They are gone forever, ...too soon. When they are packing and leaving the next morning, off to college or life's other reasons, for the "last time" ...and the quiet settles in, ... you'll wonder where the minutes and days (or nights)...and years went. You'll swell with pride at their accomplishments... shed a tear at their disappointments and struggles. When you are in your fifties, 60s and older, you'd love to see them often. For just a few minutes, an hour, during the day or night. That time is worth all you have.
ReplyDeleteRach I seriously hope this isn't a nightly occurrence ;) Hopefully they have been better lately!
ReplyDeleteI love it! PS I'm starting birth control again after reading this ;)
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