Sleepless in the Spooner house...

The radio is blaring, or maybe it is a siren, I can't tell. I painstaikingly claw my way to consciousness, only to discover that it is Caleb's screaming and headbanging (yes, I said headbanging) that woke me. Laying in bed, I toss and turn, going through the "great debate" of what to do. Is he teething? Did he have a bad dream? Should I let him cry? What if he wakes Selah? Should I give him medicine? And on and on it goes. Finally deciding on a course of action, I crawl out of the warmth of my bed to confront this little powerhouse of a boy, my boy. Oy vey. From 12am-2am I drag myself out of bed no less than 20 times. Back and forth, back and forth. Only to have it start again at 6am when the motrin wears off. This pretty much describes my WEEK. One night, selah will sleep through it all, other nights it wakes her up. Take last night for example. Starting to get the picture of this whole "teething" thing. As soon as he woke up, I gave him motrin and took him to bed with me. After about 20 minutes (just long enough for the medicine to catch) I toted him back off to bed, and it worked!!!!! For a while anyways. He fell back asleep, selah woke up, I fed her and got her back to sleep, and.... you guessed it! Caleb woke up! A game of ping pong, in which I was forced to run from one end of the table to the other, this resulting in NO sleep at all. After a week of this, I feel worse than I did after Selah was born. And I thought the molars were bad! My son was joyfully awake and ready for the day at 5am, and no, he did not go back to bed (I even caved and gave him food in his bed, just to get a few more minutes of sleep). So here, I sit, awake half the night and up since 5, downing coffee as though my life depended on it. And yet, as I got Selah up for the day, I walked her out to where her brother was chowing down in his chair, explaining, "Yes, that's your brother. Brother was up half the night screaming like a maniac!" Of course, I say all of this in a sing song voice, and my adorable little son looks at her with his fake little grin on his face and nods his head dramatically... "yaaa selah, yaaa!" Oh my gosh, how can I be mad?????

So, choosing to take on an air of indifference to the nights in the Spooner Household, I am instead assaulted by the trials of the day. Spilling coffee all over, tripping on the mat, dropping food on the floor... yes, that's right, it is going to be another "one of those days". God help me. Literally.