Things that Go BUMP in my Mind

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Tuesday, June 21, 2005

J'accuse!

It's a conspiracy, I tell you.

Now that the weather has turned consistently hot here in the South, I've been trying to go running before work, when it's much cooler. To get a decent run in, I need to get up at 6:00 a.m. This would not be all that difficult to accomplish (placing the alarm clock far away from my bedside and right next to my running clothes helps), were it not for my beloved children, who evidently have decided that I do not need to go running in the morning. In fact, they appear to be of the view that things work out best if I consistently oversleep.

Allow me to explain. The last several times I planned an early morning run, Owen decided to need a substantial amount of nocturnal attention from me. The first night, I was a substitute for a missing blanket, which was later discovered under Andy's bed (that should have clued me in right there, but I am slow about these things). The following night, the problem was missing loveys (later discovered stashed in the playroom. Another clue.). The next time, it was an eczema flare up.

So, last night Owen finally gets back to sleeping through the night (getting him to sleep was another story, however). We should be all clear for an early morning run, right? Nope, because apparently it's Andy's turn. My eldest child, who sleeps like a stone and who has not spent the night in our bed since infancy, had a nightmare and came to join us at about 2:30. I was not sufficiently coherent to escort him back to his room, but it wouldn't have mattered. Either way I would have ended up sharing a bed with him. And he squirms. A lot. And asks for pillows and blankets. And then asks for a different pillow and a different blanket. On the way to fulfill the second blanket request I turned off my alarm, knowing that my early morning run was not to be. Again.

So there you have it. My children are in league against me. How can people who are so cute be so diabolical?

1 Comments:

  • At 9:47 PM, Blogger pattiblaine said…

    Children. Can't live with them, can't drown them. Mine picked tonight of all nights to have her first hives and shortness of breath reaction to an unknown allergen even while I was planning for her to be in ballet for 1 and a 1/2 hours as I helped set up and entertain at the teacher appreciation cocktail party... Benedryl anyone? Panicked call to pediatrician?? argh. She's fine. I'm snarky and exhausted... :) And I'll get over that.

     

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