Posts Tagged ‘Sleepless Nights’

Painfully Accurate Phrasing There, Son

August 8, 2019

I’m sorry you only got thirty-nine winks of sleep last night.

– My son, L., age 8

I’m SERIOUSLY Leaning Toward Idiot

January 25, 2016

So my five-year-old son has recently found a love for astronomy, and I made the mistake of telling him there was a rare planetary conjunction in the predawn sky, and that is why I’m still awake at four-thirty in the morning because he almost couldn’t go to sleep last night for fear that I wouldn’t wake him up to see it, which if I went to sleep I know full well I wouldn’t.

I do this also knowing full well that even IF we’ll be able to see anything, his attention span will have us out there five minutes at most before he wants to come inside, which is a good thing because he is also going to complain the whole time about the cold, and even that is assuming he wants to get up at all, but I promised him, so . . .

Here I am.

I can’t decide is this makes me a father of the year candidate . . . or just a huge idiot.

Late Night Thoughts

November 2, 2015

I used to enjoy being awake at this time of night.  Of course, back then it was voluntary on my part.

Good times.

Which, Ironically Enough, Perfectly Captured My Feelings Toward The Morning

October 19, 2015

There’s no two ways to put this, last night was a particularly rough night on the household.  When the child can’t sleep, the adults too tend to go sleepless, and I can’t honestly tell you who got it worst, but I feel terrible today.

So in an attempt to lighten the mood, when I got up again after Lala took point on parental-style duties, I greeted her with a draggy “Hey, you,” a greeting I promptly repeated to the dog sleeping on the couch.  Then I walked over to the table which was still bestrewn with children’s craft supplies, started to draw something on a piece of paper, stopped, selected another sheet of paper, drew a letter “U” on it, and said “Hey, U.”

This got the mild chuckle from Lala that I was going for, but the real funny part of this story to me is why I set the first piece of paper down.  As I started to draw a “U” on it, I saw L. had already drawn a letter on that paper.

An “F.”

And Feel Better Soon, Son

September 17, 2015

Oh, how I long for the halcyon days of yore that was yesterday morning!  It was bliss by comparison . . .

(Don’t mind me, I’m just being overdramatic.  I got eight hours of sleep, after all . . . four hours during the night in roughly one to two hours blocks starting between two and three, then another four fitful hours in what was supposed to be a two-hour nap.  Thanks for having my back, Lala.)

Irony Enriched, Sleep Deprived

August 2, 2013

This morning I awoke, with difficulty, to the realization that I had just spent a largely sleepless night on the eve of a meeting to discuss someone else’s sleep troubles.  This has got to be somebody’s depraved idea of a joke.

The horrible thing is . . . I think it’s mine.

Barely Propping Myself Up Today

June 28, 2013

crutch, noun – Anything that serves as a temporary and often inappropriate support, supplement, or substitute; prop.  (See coffee.)

Tears For Fears

May 21, 2012

Last night was a rough one for the household.  For reason’s unknown, L. spent a good chunk of the night screaming; the working theory was he was having nightmares.  It’s hard to ask an eighteen-month-old something like that and get a definite answer, but that’s certainly what it felt like, at least.

Naturally this prompted at least one person to ask, “What could a child that age be having nightmares about?!  Is that even possible?”

They’re reasonable questions; I asked them of myself, in fact.

What specifically he might have been having nightmares about I currently have no good way to answer, but as for possible . . . well . . .  Let’s just say that when I asked myself that question I felt a wave of long ago nights and undefined childhood fears that I had no way to express, and . . .

Yeah, I’d say it’s possible.