noun. A dance technique that presents the illusion of the dancer being pulled backwards while attempting to walk forward.
noun. Story of my life.
I have reached a new low as a mother. I think I entered a whole new category of craziness yesterday between 12.30am and 2am.
One of my job tasks as a stay at home mom is to ensure that DH has a decent night sleep so he can actually half function when he starts working at 7.30am. This means that as soon as the kids scream in the middle of the night or decide to take over our bed I am the canon fodder. I sing nursery rhymes or prepare a warm milk bottle to drug them back to sleep. I placate them against the floor when they start running around the living room like a bunch of wackos, a little like a SEAL officer would hold down a terrorist about to blow themselves up. Literally.
So yesterday night as G woke up a screaming L when he decided to sneak out their bedroom I had to make a decision and let G take my place in my bed …while I sat by L’s crib to pat his bum back to sleep. Yeah right. The little bastard has extra sensorial capabilities, he is like a freaking location warfare device. If you move away from his crib in the slightest, he sees, hears, feels, you are doing it even though it’s pitch black in his room and by the fifth time you are trying to go back to YOUR bed, you have stopped breathing to make no noise. To no avail, he starts screaming again. And when you come back, he stops immediately and he smiles. I actually saw it, the little bastard smiled.
So, at my 6th attempt I decided I have become a cat and slowly crawled on my bended knees softly putting one paw in front of the other, the full Cat Cow undulation (my virtual yoga teacher would have been proud). Of course then as I was about to exit, CRAAAACK !!!! I stepped on the wood floor slats that creak, fucking hell!!! Someone, kill me now, please.
I decided to give up and laid flat on my belly by L’s side. I started thinking stupid things like ‘I can see that the cleaner has been thorough with dust cleaning last Friday’, ‘Why am I more protective of G than of the other two?’, ‘How does a government shutdown really work in real life and not in a West Wing reality? ‘ , ‘Maybe I am not going to chop my hair mane after all, maybe motherhood also changed me in that I am a long hair kind of gal now’ , ‘this business idea I am working is absolutely crazy, or what?’, ‘Adrian Grenier from Entourage (spotted earlier in the day) does have really amazing eyes but he looks shorter than on TV’, bla bla bla
Eventually I heard L’s deep snore and decided to slide my whole body flat as a stingray moping the floor way from his crib. Turns out that an even distribution of body weight is preventing the floor from cracking. Point duly noted. However, not a great move when wearing ‘body shaping’ underwear because my crotch was B-U-R-N-I-NG. Cotton next time.
The worst part of all this is that I don’t think DH slept particularly well because this morning, his face looked like a truck ran over it. A garbage truck to be more precise. As for me, I act crazier than my usual self. I was taken aback by DH’s annoyed voice : ‘what are you doing?’
He was standing in front of me all suited up for work and I realized that I was pushing a milk bottle I had just prepared against his mouth…I replied:’I am not entirely sure but I think I am trying to feed you milk???’
Bonkers, absolutely bonkers.
12 thoughts on “Moonwalk”
Hahahahaa this had me laughing out loud! Sorry I didn’t mean to laugh at your predicament but the image of you trying to feed your husband is just too funny! 😀 Hope it gets better tonight!
Laughter is the best anti depressant for me so actually glad I made you laugh!!! Yep this morning was surreal, the look of disbelief, confusion and slight concern on my husband’s face as he left the house hahaha thanks for the wishes for tonight, fingers crossed xo
That was awesome! So funny but I feel your pain with night wakings, they are awful. So many hysterical visuals and I love you feeding your husband! Reminds me of being sleep deprived with my second and I picked up the coffee maker to move it to another counter…holding it like a baby, I actually kissed it. Kissing something in my arms seems to be a reflex since kids 🙂
That’s hilarious! Kissing a coffee maker; I can definitely see myself doing this too 🙂 Yes, sleep deprivation, reflex as well as the sheer amount of multi-tasking can lead to hysterical situations xo
Gadzooks can I ever relate! Hilarious!!!!!
And lucky you for bumping into Adrian – dreamy eyes for sure!
Thanks! Ver, very dreamy eyes xo
Hahahahaha so funny !! And also scary… Sleepless nights are pure torture ! I can draw you by heart a plan of my daughter’s room wooden-f*****g-creaking-floor, I also experienced the cat move and ended up sleeping in her bed, with her (believe me, 70×140 is suite small for two). But I also did sleep on the floor
Hahahahaha so funny !! And also scary… Sleepless nights are pure torture ! I can draw you by heart a plan of my daughter’s room wooden-f*****g-creaking-floor, I also experienced the cat move and ended up sleeping in her bed, with her (believe me, 70×140 is suite small for two). But I also did sleep on the floor next to her bed and was baffled when she looked at me compassionately, telling me “you can take
Hahahahaha so funny !! And also scary… Sleepless nights are pure torture ! I can draw you by heart a plan of my daughter’s room wooden-f*****g-creaking-floor. I also experienced the cat’s move and ended up sleeping in her bed with her because obviously I failed the Cat Academy entry contest (believe me, 70×140 is quite small for two). But I the worse was when I did sleep on the floor next to her bed and was baffled when she looked at me compassionately, telling me “I can lend you my (very little) green blanket if you want” #sigh#
Ps : what’s the problem with milk for breakfast ? DH doesn’t like milk ? 😂😂
I know they are so funny thinking we actually want to be sleeping on the floor! I cannot wait for the kids to move into normal beds so at lead I can sleep in there…And DH does hate milk 🙂
Oh my goodness, that’s hilarious! And so full of useful underwear tips.
It’s probably a good thing you’re bottle feeding.
Haha you’re too funny, indeed thank god I am not breast feeding!!!