mom's law blog

I’ll save the extended version for another post, but Little Bit has been sick. For a long time. Like, a really long time. Like, since December 12, 2015! I freaking calendared it! She’s had this persistent cough that turns out to be “nothing” every time we see our doctor. So now, when we hear the cough start acting up, we brace ourselves for a crazy, needy kid due to her lack of sleep and whatever is ailing her.

So, the cough started again last night and I heard Little Bit hacking in her room. I woke up. Checked the clock. 3:38 a.m.?! So, I trudged the usual pathway from my room to hers and was greeted by a “hi mamma!” This Chatty Cathy thinks it’s time to wake up! Oh no, kid! We need to sleep. So I snuggled my way in next to her and asked her if she was ok. She replied she was, started rambling on about some nonsense, so I asked her to try to sleep. She laid there pretty quietly for a bit and this is when my mind just started running. Here were my thoughts as more clearly transcribed from the Notes in my iPhone.

-Why would they name them “washable” markers when they clearly aren’t?

-Why do my dogs chew just my shoes? And just the left ones?

-Why does pasta end up being the messiest food known to a 2 year old?

-Does anyone hate me for signing up to bring a “junk food” to the potluck and showing up with a fruit tray? (NOTE: it was a magnificent fruit tray)

-What’s the difference between 24 month old clothes and 2T?

-Why can’t my husband do the dishes when he says he will instead of rinsing them and “saving them for tomorrow?”

-Do those forehead thermometers really work for kids? Is it possible my kid is not actually running a temperature and can go to school in the morning?

-Why does potty training give me more reason to drink wine?

-Why does work give me more reason to drink wine?

-Why aren’t there more reasons to drink wine?

My daughter decided to roll over and punch me in the face at this point so I was immediately jolted out of my own thoughts. Sometimes you need that good punch to the face to drag you right out of La-La-Land.

She never went back to sleep. So, spoiler alert, neither did I. My husband tagged me out around 5:00 a.m. just in time for a 30 minute nap.

When I got to work I got a picture from Mr. Mister of Little Bit, fast asleep on the living room floor.