'Dirty Girls'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The level of cuteness in this thread this morning is definitely lethal.
Definitely. Ded from the cuteness stories, which are keeping the sleep deprivation stories from scaring me too much.
I don't want to call about apartments today. I'm having people fear.
You took Em to class, Aimee?!
It was a kids invited session. We did a poetry workshop.
Ah! See Amy skim, skim, Amy, skim!
::sheepish::
Not at all!
Since Joe's assignment was extended, she's continuing to stay with my Uncle. She started learning the Russian alphabet yesterday. I expect anyday now, we'll start hearing "Но я не люблю штаны" ** in the morning.
**"I don't like pants!"
In Soviet Russia, pants don't like you!
Bwah!
I'm now trained to wake up at 4 a.m. all tense and waiting for the screaming
righto - the first night we slept all the way through (ie - until 5:30), both DH and I woke up with "Huh-wah?" faces and the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
cute photos!
See, it's stories like that that make me suspect I am not made for kids. I mean, in theory I want kids. But I also don't do well on broken sleep. And YEARS of horrible broken sleep? I shudder to think what I would do, who I would be...
It must be a birthday thing, meara, because that's exactly what the dealbreaker is for me too. Other childbearing and -rearing things are incredibly difficult, of course, but a lot of what people seem to fear before they have kids I already have covered. Random, uncontrolled excretions? Pfft. What-ev. I get peed on by total strangers with some frequency at work. Screaming tantrums? I've got the heroin addicts with no coping skills for whom I care at work while they scream and call me names.
But averaging a couple of hours of sleep a night? For years? I seriously can't imagine anything more painful and demoralizing. I'm working on four hours of sleep today because I got up early to watch a baseball game, and I haven't even managed to take a shower yet.
Joe and I combated the sleeplessness for the first six weeks pretty well. That is, it worked for us, might not for others. I pumped lots and lots on Friday nights and Saturday nights. That way, he did the 2am and on feedings on Saturday and Sunday mornings while I slept until I could not sleep more. Most of the time, the only thing that woke me up was my breasts being so full, I had soaked the bed and myself. At which point, I'd get up and pump for the next night. I usually got 15-18 hours of sleep between those two nights and Joe got to sleep during the weeknights.