Monday, March 29, 2010

"I'll Sleep When I'm Dead!"

Those were the famous last words of a friend of mine who found out 3 weeks ago that he's going to be a daddy!  I shook my head.  Tempting fate...soooooo sooooooo tempting fate!

I woke up this morning with my entire body hurting.  I was sure I was hearing my alarm go off, but couldn't figure out where my alarm was (I use my cell phone as an alarm).  My little man had kicked it under the blankets.  It was one of those mornings where I wished I could call in sick for home and sleep until noon.  That doesn't work with 4 kids.  Hell, that doesn't work with one kid!
Thankfully when I finally forced myself to open my eyes, I was greeted with this:
  This sweet smiley little face was literally inches from my face.  Yeah...I break the baby rules and cuddle my little guy in my arms the last hour I sleep.  Go ahead and judge!  I LOVE IT!

My little man is a morning person!  That makes 2 morning person kids in this house!  Mama---not such a morning person!  Or a middle of the night person.  Frankly I'm more of a sleep all the time person.

So on my 2nd cup of coffee, with 3 kids dragging themselves to the bathroom to get ready for the 1st day back after spring break, and my little guy bouncing his butt off in his Precious Planet, Thank GOD for this contraption, Bouncer seat...I am sitting down to have a little sane time before chaos hits for the week.

"I'll sleep when I'm dead."  A truer statement never was uttered. 
We have a deal in this was my plan and I stand by it being a good one.

My husband does not get up with the baby at night.  I repeat, he DOES NOT GET UP AT NIGHT WITH THE BABY.  Period.  *GASP!!!*  Yeah, I know.  I have gotten side eyes, curled lips, blank stairs, and flat out "WHAT?!?" comments from moms.  Most of whom immediately got the exact same handed to them by their husbands.
It's not that I'm trying to make life harder for other moms.  Its just that this works for me.

I get to stay home.  STAY HOME.  I don't have to get in the shower at 6:30 am and drag my ass to some office, bask in neon lighting all day, answer to ANYONE, or do the daily drive home.  There is no measure of the appreciation I have for my husband for going out every day and bringin home the bacon and letting me run the roost and raise our brood.  Oh yeah...we live in the country, where roosts and broods abound!!

Look, it's very simple.  My husband is a truck driver.  Not just any truck driver, he does specialized oversize hauling...he hauls BIG ass stuff! 

OK not THAT BIG.  But realistically-things twice the width and length of normal semi-trailers.

With that job comes BIG ASS responsibility!  And I want my husband home safe to me every night!  If he was a desk jockey I might not be so willing to get up every 2-3 hours every night, but his career being what it is, its not worth risking him going into work tired! 
And what do I do all day?  I hang out!  Yeah I vacuum, dust, do laundry, dishes...but come hard is that?  I could do that with my eyes shut, sawing logs!  Spring is coming, the yard needs to be cleaned...mowing will start soon but still...EASY PEASY!  My job is 24/7 but far less stressful than his. 
Doing it on fewer hours of sleep is not that bad.

The upside (for me) to this deal, is that on weekends, my husband gets up with the little guy when he gets up at 8.  That's actual WAKE UP time for him...not just feed and back to sleep.  I am then free to sleep until I feel like getting up.  Trust me-this is worth its weight in gold to me.  Not ONLY do I get to sleep in, I get the bed to myself!!!  Well...with the exception of this lovely lady:

So it goes at our home.  Mama gets up at night.  Daddy makes the money.  Mama cooks & cleans and loves almost every second of it.

Little man taunted me last week, sleeping through the night 2 nights in a row, but a giant UP YOURS to has him up every 3 hours again.  So I'll sleep through the night when I'm dead.  And while I'm in the land of the living, I will mainline coffee and Diet Mt. the idea of naps but never take the time to take one...and fly through life trying NOT to look like one of these:

Hrmmm...must have gotten my zombie pics mixed up!

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