May 1, 2009 12:19 am
Jamie’s brother is getting married this weekend. I leave for PA first thing on Saturday morning and come home first thing on Sunday morning. Jamie is the Best Man and flew up on Wednesday to participate in the family festivities and spend time with his family.
That means that I’ve been on my own with a one and a two year old since Wednesday.
I love Jamie. The man is an amazing husband and father as well as my best friend in the whole wide world. Perhaps I don’t tell him enough but it’s true. Having him gone these past couple of days has really driven home the fact that I need him. I don’t just love him but I need him.
The kids have revolted and have teamed up against me.
On my first Jamie-less night, the kids tag team screamed all night. From the hours of 11-3, Graham woke up approximately every 20 minutes and tried to break out of his room. He succeeded several times by throwing his weight at the door and breaking the latch. I spent the night on the couch waiting for his next breakout attempt. At 3AM, Graham finally settled in for the night (until 6 which is his new wake time) and Elliot took the torch. She proceeded to stand and yell and crawl and cry and laugh and talk in her crib. For an hour.
Did I mention that I don’t function well on no sleep?
Graham does not possess the ability to be mellow. The second he wakes up, he’s ON. He runs around the house trying to get into things. He scales the entertainment center shelves to get to the cable box. He runs into Elliot’s room and wakes her up. There’s really no stopping him when you’re running on empty.
I’m just so fucking tired right now. Why am I blogging and not sleeping?
Yesterday, both kids had a screaming match in the car. Then in their high chairs. Then in the bath tub and the finale was right before bed. Elliot somehow set Graham off and it was on, dueling children. There were times when I just needed a fucking second to regroup but I didn’t have anyone there for backup. I’m so glad this is temporary since I’m not sure I would be able to pull this gig off if I didn’t have Jamie around. I knew single parenting was hard but I’ve gained a new found respect having gone through this partial week of hell. Parenting is a hard enough job with two adults pitching in but doing it alone is damn near impossible.
So I’m here but I’m swamped and I’m leaving but I’ll be back. That screaming kid you hear is probably one of mine. I should probably go check on that. Peace out until next week, yo.