Thursday, August 14, 2014

Some quick Thursday thoughts, because I'm off tomorrow & too tired to be coherent...

Oy. Sleep deprivation Thursday, should I make a new hashtag?!


Um, no, that just looks wrong and far too similar to another acronym that we don't want to get into here on this blog :0 so let's move along, shall we?

I'll come back to the reason for the sleep deprivation in a moment, but I'm taking tomorrow off to spend the day at a local amusement park with Mike and the kids (fun! hopefully ;-)), so no blogging for me until Monday. I hope that you'll miss me, and that will comfort me in my exhausted, cranky state. So, what's going on with your Catholic Librarian?

My daughter. Who is 3, remember the fun that that entails? Well, she recently switched from her crib to a big girl bed. And she seems to love sleeping in her new bed. Good, right?

WRONG. She loves sleeping in her bed once she's *sleeping*, but getting her to lay down and go to sleep is another story. A very unfortunate theme has developed with regard to her nighttime routine of late:

We put on comfy jammies. We brush little choppers. We read stories. We assemble stuffed animals and baby dolls. We tuck everyone in. We go back downstairs to fetch fervently requested random items to slip under the pillow, such as crocheted Easter eggs or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle figurines. We get a sip of water. We turn on the nightlight and close the drapes. We kiss and hug. We cradle. We say good night. Then...

*Anne stands up on bed*


Mike and I have developed a tag team Good Cop/Bad Cop routine that has worked in the past, but last night? Not so much. We took turns attending to the situation, interspersed with stretches of her screaming upstairs by herself, and by nearly 10 pm this was STILL ONGOING. Even *wine drinking* wasn't possible to fortify our strength because the situation was so dire. People, this is NOT RIGHT!! :0 It was a *very.long* evening. I was dying to talk to Mike, because he got offered some last minute additional classes to teach at one of the local community colleges, but we couldn't hear ourselves think. We agreed to talk in the morning, after we had a night of rest to aid in our recovery.

6 am. BAM!

*Anne is crying*

uuuuugggghhhhhh. Between our late bedtime and early wake up call I'm even *more* tired now than I was last night. And Anne, of course, is extremely overtired and on the brink of a meltdown at any given moment. Oh joy. And then when I'm tired in the mornings, *this* happens:

Out of control hair, because sleep deprived people should not wield electric straighteners. Also note the bags under the eyes. :0
I'm hoping that we all get plenty of rest tonight. Tomorrow, we have the amusement park, then I have dance. And yay! The new copper skirt I ordered has been shipped. :) Will report in on that next week. I'm also reading some new books, one of which is the August installment in the Big Sky Centennial series:

I am really enjoying these books, and love that they are set in the very month that I am reading them. :) I just adore seasonal touches to stories. I have the full series set to download to my Kindle on the first of each month. *bliss*

We have some other stuff planned with the kids this weekend too, including a visit to my grandmother and carnival at the parish affiliated with Henry's school. I will report in all the details on Monday. Until then, dear reader!


  1. Ugh, I feel your pain on lack of sleep. Part of me is glad Annamarie never had a crib and we put her in a toddler bed at 18mo I know this would be her too, kind of like some things where they get used to something as they get older and then it's hard for them to transition. We had that fight awhile back too. Hopefully she starts going to bed easier for you!!

    1. Precious Annamarie. :) I'm hoping for a good night, fingers crossed!

  2. ROFLOL! Douglas will be three in Oct. We are going through the same thing, but it's more like this.

    We put on our PJs. We brush away the "sugar bugs". We read books. We turn on the turtle light. We turn on the "babies" (music CD). We tuck in. We say good night... AND "Don't go!" "Pat Me!" "Don't leave!" "Stay Momma!" "Want my daddy!!" (The last one is my reward for going through this with two daughters who only wanted mommy. Ha ha!) But seriously, one of us has to stay with him until he falls asleep. He can get out of the bed. He can open the closed door. And we're too (tired, old, push-over) to let him scream it out. Lately he's been waking in the night and "scared" - whimpering, crying, and then *running* to our bedroom, and SLAM goes our not-quite-closed door against the wall. Then he throws himself at me and wants to be in our bed. If it's between 11 p.m. and 5 a.m. we *cough* patiently put him back in HIS bed - and fall asleep on the floor "patting" him. (Why did we get a toddler bed, not a full-twin sized bed we would fit in?) If it's after 5 a.m. I pull him into our bed and cuddle until my alarm goes off at 5:45. (Last baby, I'm spoiling him....)

    And I love the photo! I recognize it. How did you get a picture of me?! :) And yes, I think this phase is slightly harder than newborn. At least the newborns are helpless and smell so sweet.

    1. Shelly, ha ha ha! Glad to commiserate with you. It does seem to make it easier to bear. Our son used to come into our room in the night when he was your son's age, saying he was scared. Nobody slept well that year. :0

  3. Oh my gosh, I have no idea what that must be like, but I will say a prayer to the Blessed Mother that the solution will come to you.


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