Running Away With Thoughts
Posted By jayna on June 25, 2010
2:45 am.
Still awake.
Going to be awake. All. Night. Long.
*Pause to break into song*
All night long (all night), All night (all night)
All night long (all night), All night (all night)
All night long (all night), All night (all night)
All night long! (all night), Ooh, yeah (all night)
*End delirious, off-key torture*
10 points to the first person that names that song.
I’ve got stinky baby feet in my armpits.
Kicking my bladder.
Bashing into my nose.
Getting tangled in my hair.
She starts with her head on my shoulder.
And then my stomach.
Down to my thigh.
Feet in my face again now.
Head on my feet.
There is nowhere comfortable. Not a space. But goodness, how she tries.
Somewhere in the wee hours of the morning . . . more wee than we are right now . . . she will give in to the exhaustion. Her hands will stop rubbing her head, her toes will stop wiggling. I’ll ease out of bed to finally take out my contacts and go to the bathroom. Something I wished I had done hours ago.
These molars. One on the top, and one on the bottom. These molars are ruining our week. Five days. Five days of runny nose, gnashing teeth, fever, crank, and sleeplessness. Very, very much on the sleeplessness.
And we’ll still have to do it all over again with the next ones.
Poor baby.
Poor mama.
Your kids just keep getting cuter. I’m not sure how it is possible, but it is true. :)
On a side note. I was perusing PW today and noticed your picture featured on her Memorial day blog. Congratulations! That really is an amazingly beautiful picture. You are an amazing photographer you know.