Another one for the Compelled To Update Despite Lack Of Update-Worthy Information file

I am so tired tonight. You know, when things start going well you stop complaining, and maybe it's the complaining that helps you remember How Life Is Going. Right? So when you have nothing to complain about, you don't complain, and the Complaining Theorem states that you won't even realize how good you have it.

Which is about how I'm feeling after last night, when Molly was never really settled and asleep, and woke up big time around eleven. Crying, thrashing, howling, etc. And because Phillip and I are still completely clueless as to what to do when one child is fast asleep and the other is possessed, we spent the next three hours playing musical beds. I don't even take the pack 'n play down in our room anymore, even though you can't get to the bathroom without sliding it across the room which then blocks my side of the bed.

But that's because they nap better (read: LOOONGER) if they're in separate rooms. And what am I going to do? I have to crank out 50,000 words by November 31st! I need nap time! They've been sleeping so well at night though - Jack hasn't been inciting world wars when it's time to go upstairs and Molly's been sleeping through. We haven't, however, been fully appreciating this turn of events and the Sleep Gods are annoyed about it, because last night killed me. I am DEAD.

We just don't know what to DO! And not that there's really anything to do, because obviously something was just off and wrong and there's nothing you can really do in that situation except wait it out, but you still feel like a sleep-deprived IDIOT. What do you DO? To our credit we didn't fight about it, we actually held civil conversations at 1am, YAY US. And after a while we just gave up. She hated our bed, she hated the pack 'n play, she hated us, she hated sitting, standing, walking, singing, her pacifier, her blanket, everything in the entire world. And since she wasn't really making loud enough noise to bother Jack we decided she could just go ahead and hate everything from her own crib.

Which doesn't mean we fell happily asleep forever after. It means we laid there, wide awake, feeling that so-tired-you're-sick feeling, until sometime around two when the shuffling and crib rattling and chattering stopped. BLEAH. 

I DESERVED a nice long nap today (DIDN'T GET IT) but you'll be happy to note I am keeping my chin up. I am not letting The Sleep Man get me down! Sure, I get sucked into the occasional "Why oh WHY can't I get my two children to sleep in ONE ROOM? FAIL! FAIL! FAIL!" self-lambasting, but I snap out of it with a bit of online house hunting. Although, now that I'm thinking about it, that just sends me into ANOTHER spiral of Blah.

Since both kids are sound asleep, Phillip is done with school and I am done with my word quota, I should probably get OFF the computer and GO TO BED.

Comments

[Manda]

The title could be copied and pasted right into my blog right now. I wrote a post for tomorrow today and I AM NAPPING TOMORROW SO HELP ME.
Also? The discovery of picnik has thrown my life into a tailspin of fickling around on websites today. BLERG. (and goodnight)

[Tracy]

Just so you know... there is no November 31st. So you need to crank the words out a bit sooner than that. Like November 30th.

I never tried to get two children asleep in the same room at that age, so I am no help there. It doesn't sound like much fun to me though.

[Morgan S.]

Maggie, there is just NO WAY I could make my two sharing a room work either....one always goes to sleep before the other one and the second go-to-sleeper makes a HUGE racket before she goes to bed. Thus, the 1.5 yr old still sleeps in the pack and play in our room. Not until they go to sleep at the same time do I even see a glimmer of hope of them sharing a room. Sigh.

[Christiana]

Tracy already pointed out that 30 days hath November, so I'll leave that one alone...

This is my 2nd biggest worry when I have baby #2, the sleep thing. It's why I'm trying to figure out how to punch a hole in my living room wall and create a doorway to my garage which will then turn into a 3rd bedroom. And the nights where she wakes up for no reason and screams and then knowing that there will be 2 of them... is enough to turn me into a crying, wailing ball in the corner. And that is assuming that baby #2 is as good a sleeper as baby#1 is and we all know that isn't likely. Sigh. I got nothing. Sorry.

[Jess]

I seriously hope this 31st thing doesn't blow your schedule to bits. But considering how many words you've already written, I think you'll be fine.

[Charlotte]

You have 20k to crank out by 30 November. Much, much better.

[A'Dell]

It would be so much better if they were programmable, wouldn't it? Just on the sleep thing even! I'm willing to put in my time with a newborn but seriously, after a year? FREAKING GO TO BED SO MAMA CAN SLEEP.

Claire is waking up at 430 every morning thanks to daylight saving. She can't or won't transition one stupid little hour.

This is the first night all week I've been up past 830. PATHETIC.