Filed under: Chick Pea, humor | Tags: co sleeping, humor, parenting, sleep
I was always so nice to them during the glorious sleep episodes I’ve experienced in life. We used to be buds – hanging out and talking trash about that shameless neglectful hussy, Bo Peep. But they’ve abandoned me the last year and a half. Pregnancy was one big blur of sleeplessness due to peeing 5, 117 times a night, being a belly sleeper with a huge protruding bump, and other random aches and pains. OK, so maybe I scared them away with all of that, but why won’t they visit me now?
I guess a better question would be . . . why won’t they befriend Chick Pea? We’re currently co-sleeping for numerous reasons. One of which is to get her better acquainted with these lovely sheep, but they don’t seem to be getting along very well so far. Our demanding little nursling requires many sessions with me during the night and I guess the sheep must be jealous. But now I am getting increasingly impatient and jealous with all of the attention that Mr Favorite is getting from them. That’s right . . . as I lie there desperately wanting to close my eyes and drift carelessly away into a blissful state of unconsciousness with my fleecy friends, I can hear him exchanging soft little snorts with them. So chummy. And then just as Pea finally starts to drift off, he’ll snuggle deeper into his beckoning pillow – all the while, throwing a careless elbow that, allegedly, unintentionally connects with her head. Once again my plans for having quality time with my own pillow are thwarted and I find myself wishing that my elbow could stretch to make a special connection with his head.
Maybe I can put a wolf mask on him in his sleep? No – that would surely scare all of the sheep away. But then we’d be on even ground and it would really appease the vindictive minx in me. Naah, I would actually give up being spiteful in this case just to get some sleep. Ah well, I guess I’ll just keep counting and hope they show up tonight.
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Meville 
I find myself wishing that my elbow could stretch to make a special connection with his head
I doubt I’ll sleep that well tonight knowing an elbow may be coming.
And despite what you may think about the sheep and me, it isn’t true. They are actually scared of me and have been since I hit puberty. 🙂
Comment by sadcox January 10, 2008 @ 8:18 pmI know how you feel, but it’s gotten much better since The Babito has gotten a little older. He does sleep with us though and I often get kicked in the nuts in the middle of the night, so I have that going against me.
Comment by Daddy Dan January 11, 2008 @ 7:01 am@ sadcox, I doubt you’ll lose any sleep over a possible impending elbow to the head. I’ve seen you take (and give) a couple of well placed ones out on the rugby field! You love them. And that’s why I would do it . . . out of love. 🙂
@ Daddy Dan, that’s what I’m thinking – that it’ll get better when she’s older. We’re not getting kicked yet, and she’s not long enough to do any damage to his goods. But maybe that’s when he’ll join me in my sleeplessness – lol!
Comment by avill7 January 11, 2008 @ 3:54 pm