It’s been many moons since I’ve had a full night’s sleep. It’s given me plenty of time to contemplate why SB has stopped sleeping. I know I mentioned that she started sleeping through the night, right around Christmas. It was so wonderful, and I quickly adjusted to getting a full night’s sleep. But now she has gone back to the dark side. She’s getting up every 3 hours again, all through the night.
I’ve been wondering what terrible tragedy could have occurred that caused SB to regress into such a child like state. Also, and I know she would just die if she knew I was telling everyone this, but she’s started wetting the bed again. While responding to a SIP (shriek in progress) in SB’s room last night, I picked her up only to discover that she was soaking wet from the waist down.
I don’t know what Freud would say, but I think I’ve finally figured it out. It’s all Meredith’s fault. When Mere came home, SB started sleeping through the night. After she left, it put such an enormous strain on SB’s psyche that it caused a psychotic break and caused her to retreat into the only safe place she knew: Childhood. It’s the only explanation that makes any sense. I’ve called her analyst/therapist for an emergency session.
On a semi-related note, SB got to meet Jack’s dad for the first time ever this weekend. After she spent the weekend charming the socks off of all the Redwoods, I overheard Jack’s dad confiding in SB that he didn’t believe in “all that ‘Screamy Face’ business.”
Well. He had a 2 day trip back to Colorado yesterday and today, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been tempted to call him, put SB on speakerphone, and leave the room. A nice little soundtrack for the road trip. But I didn’t. Mr. Bobby, you’re very welcome. As her grandfather, it’s probably best that you continue to think that she’s perfect.
So please excuse my extended absence. I’ve been working hard to keep my sanity and napping in every spare minute. But I promised Mere that I would blog today, so I’m using precious nap time to be here. Even though this regression is totally your fault.
I’d like to close with a heartfelt apology to a very dear friend, who turned 69 last week. I had every intention of blogging bubbly birthday wishes to you last Thursday, but SB had other plans for me. Anyway, happy birthday Murry, and thanks for all the memories.
Sixty-nine years old and still saving lives. Erryday.
6 comments:
frankly, i think i speak for everyone when i say, "we missed you." i was starting to believe that you had forgotten about the blog altogether. nay, i knew it could not be true. so good to have you back ema. harry loves you.
oh, and we can throw murry a happy belated birthday party and make mom keep SB. done and done.
Hillarious.
It breaks my heart that SB is having trouble sleeping in my absence. To know that I've caused her to revert back to childhood is, well, crushing. Might I suggest playing Murry episodes when you lay her down. He has such a soothing persona.
not only is murry saving lives, but he's also the king of paternal testing, and we all know how important that is. what would we do without him?
Sorry SB is still keeping you up! You are a good friend to honor sweet Murry in your sleep-deprived state.
I'm just glad we got a new acronym (SIP)out of that post. Has a very SVU ring to it. Grac.
So glad you're blogging again. Not glad that you aren't sleeping.
It's really a good thing you know who your baby's daddy is or you could be on Murry.
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