Oct. 5, 2005
So here's another day. I was "rudely" awakened to the sounds of my 5 1/2 month old baby boy crying franticly for something to eat. I scooped him up and brought him to my bed as usual and proceded to feed him while I slept a little longer. He decided he would have none of that. He wanted a bottle, and he wanted a bottle NOW!!! So I called down to my husband (who was already up now at 6:15) to make up a bottle for me. It literally was gone in about 1 minute. He sucked it dry and wanted more after that. All I wanted was to go back to bed. I changed him and put him back in his bed and that's where things got screwy. For some odd reason, instead of going back to bed like I wanted to, I got dressed and went down stairs and ate breakfast. Then, I went back to bed, and wouldn't you know it. About 30 seconds after my head hit the pillow I hear, knock, knock, knock.....coming from my 2 year old daughters room. Life is just not fair. I got up and opened her door and quickly, before she could see me, dashed back to my room. She of course followed me, and for the next five minutes she sat on my bed whining "Mommy, I want bubkis (breakfast). I tried to ignor her, but she just wouldn't let up. So finally, after a half hour of torment, I gave in. I got up, served her breakfast, and sat down here for a little me time. She must be done now though, because now she whining again, "Mama me wanna go play!" So I guess I better go. More later.