Blogging? Sleep? I don't even know....



So evidently I’m some kind of literary megastar…and by that I mean the stats on my blog homepage shows someone besides my mom checked it out yesterday. I guess that means I’ll actually have to start editing this sucker a little more carefully (as in I’ll have to start editing it, period). I have the typing skills of an advanced lab chimp and my spelling abilities aren’t even that good so I’m not making any promises.

Even though the content might have the grammatical and spelling errors of something written by an 8th grader, once you delve into it I think I might actually have some fodder for good blogging content.  This is not a narcissistic “Ah-ha!” on my part but rather something I figured out when talking to a friend yesterday. She and I were chatting about my shallow foray into blogging and she goes, “Wow, that must be really difficult. I feel like good writing is really personal and I think it would be hard to tap into that.” Que light bulb moment for me because although I might not have world-changing topics to discuss here, I am the QUEEN of over-share and it does not bother me one iota to get heavy-deep-and-real real quick with folks I don’t know. A fact that I think embarrasses my husband on a semi-frequent basis.

Mind you, not that everything I want to write about it heavy-deep-and-real. Most of the time, as I have said before, I start writing because I’m going to want my kids to have some stories from their childhood and I know I’m not going to remember them without some help. My memory has always been gnat-worthy but I find over the last 6 months it has diminished in capacity even further. I blame this wholly on my youngest child.

She is a beautiful, sweet child with the prettiest smile. I tell everyone Big Girl will be the trail blazer and Little Girl will be following behind her putting out fires ; I think that is true to their personalities. Recently however, I have  begun to question this observation as ‘putting out fires’ would require Geggs to peel herself off me. Turns out she doesn’t think that is a good idea…ever. Honestly, during the day she will be happy as a clam for about 20 minutes in her command center (exersaucer) and smiling to put the Gerber baby to shame. Minute 21 rolls around and Katie bar the door. Napping in the day isn’t terrible as most of the time she falls asleep in her car seat in I can just lug her around in that until she wakes up but it’s the nights. The nights are the worst.

I guess I came into this thinking she was gonna be like her big sister and sleep through the night at 4 months old and so that is my own dumb fault. With Geggs I am up every 3 hours latching her on just to reassure her I am still there. She wakes up screaming to beat the bands and I’ll have to nurse her to sleep, even though she’s not nursing, just kinda laying there with her face pressed into my chest. If I try to pull away or roll onto my right side, she wakes up in mad, angry fits, wailing until I put her back on. I have grown accustom to letting my top half freeze at night since I can’t use a blanket because then my easy, sweet baby girl would smother and although I admit to having fantasies of rolling her up like a taco and putting her in the corner of the room and just letting her cry herself to sleep, smothering her is not on my list of things to do.

Honestly, come to our house. In the master bedroom there and queen-sized bed that Geggs is gracious enough to let D and I lay on beside her. I don’t say “use” because the primary function of a bed is to sleep and that my friend, is a thing of the past. And if you do choose to come to our house, please bring a heavy bat. That way when you see I’m not lying, you can take mercy on me and hit me over the head. At least then I’ll get to be knocked out for a couple of hours and sleep. Just be careful with your aim, ‘casue I’ll definitely still be holding Geggs.

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