Wednesday, August 23, 2006

A Cruel Joke

Big, awkward molars pushing through small, tender gums is not the least bit funny. Heidi and I have been sleeping through the night for the past three months, it took four years to get to that point and I was enjoying it. The little man, Thomas, screamed like I was poking him in the eye from 3:30 am until 4:15. Tylenol and pats on the back eventually settled him back to sleep.

It is amazes me how fast I forgot what it means to have children interrupt sleep. We spent the past four years, tending to infants in the middle of the night. It was uncommon not to be disturbed. I forgot about the molars, I remember now! One last set, then:
Easy Street,
yeah right.


Blogger Mary P. said...

Yesterday evening my son went out with friends. He said he'd be home by eleven.

Now, I'm usually in bed between 9:30 and 10:00.

"Make sure you're home at eleven," I warn him, "because my stupid Mommy Clock will wake me up at five to eleven, and if you're not here, I won't be able to go back to sleep until you are."

Seventeen, and he's still messing with my sleep. Stupid Mommy Clock.

(He got home at 10:57. Such a good boy!)


7:23 PM EDT  
Blogger Mamacita Tina said...

Those molars seem to take FOREVER to come in. Poor Thomas. One day you see a tooth, next thing it's hidden again. They can tease and torture all at the same time.

11:44 PM EDT  

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