Last night John was out and I put Julian to sleep. In the past month Jules has had some, uh, ‘issues’ when it comes to both sleeping and being a normal person. He’s been waking up a lot, having bad dreams, coming down with mysterious “booboos” in the middle of the night that require immediate attention and pretty Band-Aids printed with licensed Nickelodeon characters and that’s only during the nighttime hours. During the day he’s whiney, unreasonable, screechy and only ever wants to eat popcicles. I finally got him to sleep last night & he proceeded to wake up every 15-20 minutes to moan and “mooooommmmmmmeeeeeeee” and I ended up staying in his room until around 10:30 waiting for him to get into a deeper sleep. When I finally escaped I went downstairs and read John the riot act in the form of “now that you’re home with him you have to set the rules, he needs structure, you need to give him a consistent nap at the same time every day, no more junk food… whine, bitch, moan, screech blah blah unreasonable, unreasonable…” (hey… I wonder where Julian gets it from?) Anyhoo, after that I huffed around the house folding laundry and washing dishes and making it clear that I’m SO hard-done-by and John is SO not taking this whole Mr. Mom thing seriously and then went in to check on Jules and found him lying in a little puddle of his own puke – poor babe. Anyway, he slept through: puking, me undressing him, scraping the puke off his face & hair, washing his face & hair several times with a wet cloth, relocating him, cleaning the sheets, redressing him in clean clothes, a few nearly-missed dropping anvils & a small nuclear explosion. He then woke up this morning singing Jingle Bells and running around asking us to play with him and requesting a healthy serving of poo-poo soup (it’s his favourite thing to say. He laughs hysterically every time) (ha ha… poo-poo soup. Ha. It is pretty funny. Ha ha.) in other words – perfectly fine. All the moaning had been because he obviously had a stomach ache and all my moaning at John’s expense? Obviously because I’m just a bitch. Sorry husband! Love you!
