Jan 022003
Chronology of last night, keeping in mind that The La and I are both sick and The Wife was working. Also, it was an extremely windy night and we’ve had a lot of rain recently.
10pm | The La falls asleep and I put her on her stomach in the middle of our bed. |
10:30pm | The Wife leaves for work. |
11pm | The La wakes up because snot is keeping her from breathing through her nose. |
11:30pm | I get The La back to sleep in her swing. I go to bed. |
2:30am | The La wakes up hungry, still in the swing. I feed her a bottle. |
3am | The La is asleep again, but this time propped up on her back in her bassinet. I, however, can’t sleep due to constant nose blowing and sore throat. I lay awake for almost a half an hour when I hear something walking through the leaves in our front yard (our bedroom window faces the front yard). I look out the window and see Sam sniffing around the front yard. My makeshift repairs to our rickety backyard fence which was damaged by a fallen branch last winter have apparently not held up well in the high winds. I go open the front door an let the dog into the laundry room where I keep him until I get up in the morning and can actually do something about the fence. I finally fall asleep around 4. |
5:30am | The La wakes up again and seems to think that it’s time to get up. I feed her again and stick her back in the swing. I finally convince her to sleep around 6:30 at which point I fall back in bed. |
7am | My alarm goes off. |
7:30am | I actually get up. |
8am | The Wife arrives home and is now coming down with the same thing that The La and I have. She’s only had 5 hours sleep since Tuesday morning and will now have to try to sleep and deal with The La for the rest of the day as I have to go to work. BTW, I’m technically supposed to be there at 8. Thankfully, The Boy’s daycare re-opens from the holidays today. |
8:15am | I make hurried repairs to the makeshift repairs on the fence and hope they hold until I can get more time to do it properly. I threaten the dog with a live skinning if he gets out again, for all the good that’ll do. |
8:30am | The Boy and I leave for work/daycare. |
9am | I arrive at work. Only an hour late. |