I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack....
Well, as I mentioned, I had a business trip last week. I was away from my little guy for a whole 7 days, and it SUCKED. Happily, however, he still recognized me when I got home and was very happy to see me. Which yeah, I know, it sounds stupid to worry about it, but I was pretty sure he'd forget me. He's only 5 months old, after all. And on the brainpower scale, much as I love him, I don't have a whole lot of faith that someone who is fascinated by stray piees of lint will remember my face in a week's time.
Anyway, while I was gone, Mom got sick. Thankfully, Aidan dodged that particular bullet.... it was some kind of stomach bug, and I'm pretty sure the only thing worse than a baby with a stomach bug is a baby with a stomach bug and only one available parent. Then, near the end of the week, Aidan got something from daycare...part cold, part flu, all ugly. So of course, Mom got that too. And I, lucky devil, got home just in time for her to give it to me before she started getting better. So we have all been sick, and we have all been miserable. Add to that the fact that SOMEONE (not naming names or anything) let SOMEONE ELSE (who is significantly smaller, more male, and whose name rhymes with Hayden) sleep in the Parental Bed of Blissful Snoozing all week, and you have one tired household. Because, of course, he doesn't want to go back to his crib. And really, who can blame him? It's small, has bars, and lacks warm humans to nuzzle up against.
So for the last 2 nights, Aidan has been making sure we know just how traumatic this whole thing is by waking up every 1.5 hours and crying/screaming/yodeling for 20 minutes at a time. Mind you, I'm still sick, so I'm next to useless...and Mom's so tired from last week (and now, this week after getting no help from me) that she has to literally drag her own body out of bed and into his room. Hopefully, tonight will be better. Because I'm feeling better, but could really use some good sleep.... of course, since I have tomorrow off, I have no leverage to use in avoiding the whole "getting out of bed" thing tonight.
Hmmmm. I think I feel a relapse coming on....
Anyway, while I was gone, Mom got sick. Thankfully, Aidan dodged that particular bullet.... it was some kind of stomach bug, and I'm pretty sure the only thing worse than a baby with a stomach bug is a baby with a stomach bug and only one available parent. Then, near the end of the week, Aidan got something from daycare...part cold, part flu, all ugly. So of course, Mom got that too. And I, lucky devil, got home just in time for her to give it to me before she started getting better. So we have all been sick, and we have all been miserable. Add to that the fact that SOMEONE (not naming names or anything) let SOMEONE ELSE (who is significantly smaller, more male, and whose name rhymes with Hayden) sleep in the Parental Bed of Blissful Snoozing all week, and you have one tired household. Because, of course, he doesn't want to go back to his crib. And really, who can blame him? It's small, has bars, and lacks warm humans to nuzzle up against.
So for the last 2 nights, Aidan has been making sure we know just how traumatic this whole thing is by waking up every 1.5 hours and crying/screaming/yodeling for 20 minutes at a time. Mind you, I'm still sick, so I'm next to useless...and Mom's so tired from last week (and now, this week after getting no help from me) that she has to literally drag her own body out of bed and into his room. Hopefully, tonight will be better. Because I'm feeling better, but could really use some good sleep.... of course, since I have tomorrow off, I have no leverage to use in avoiding the whole "getting out of bed" thing tonight.
Hmmmm. I think I feel a relapse coming on....
posted by Clueless Dad | 5:45 PM
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