Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Memories

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In preparation for my upcoming summer book club, I was going through one of my journals recently and found this funny entry/memory from a 5 - years ago!

The time is Midnight:
(Isabella) Mom, I had a bad dream, can I sleep with you?
(Me) Yes, get in.

1 am:
(Isabella) Mom, I want to pick out my clothes today, okay?
(Me) Yes, that's fine.
(Isabella) But I still might need your help, will you help me?
(Me) Yes, that's fine.
(Isabella) Mom, Nate was mean to Jordan today, he kept pushing her baby doll.
(Me) Isabella, Go to sleep. We'll talk about it in the morning.

1:30 am:
(Isabella) Mom, How much money do you have?
(Me) Why?
(Isabella) We need $150 so I can ride a horse for an hour. But I don't want Grant to go, okay? Just me!
(Me) Isabella, go to sleep, we'll talk about it later.
(Isabella) But Mom, do we have enough money?
(Me) No, I only have $17.
(Isabella) Okay, Mom, we need $150, so can we save that?
(Me) Yes, let's try but that means you won't be able to buy anything on Bake Sale Friday's at school for awhile.
(Isabella) Hmm, okay, can I do a few Bake Sale Fridays and save for the horse?
(Me) Yes, now go to sleep.

2 am:
(Isabella) Mom, I have homework tomorrow!
(Me) Go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow!

?? am:
(Isabella) Mom
(Me) (I'm not answering)
(Isabella) Mom, MOM!
(Me- annoyed) What?
(Isabella) I love you.
(Me) I love you too, now go to sleep!

3 am:
(Isabella) Mom, can you pick me up from car line tomorrow?
(Me) No, I have to go to work. I'll be picking you up at daycare like I always do. Now go to sleep!

3:15 am
Isabella get's up to go to the bathroom. Then from down the hall I hear Grant wake up and starts coughing. I get up and make sure he's alright. He seems fine and wants to come into my bed. Okay, that's fine. I tell Isabella to go back to her bed. Then I realize that he has wet through his diaper. So, I get him cleaned up and wipe him down and put clean clothes on him. I'm too tired to strip his crib with new sheets, so he is definitely coming into my room. Isabella gets up again to see what's going on. I'm frustrated at this point and I tell my Man who has been sleeping through all these hours of interuption, TO GET UP AND HELP ME! He's up and out of bed in 2 seconds and changing Grant's crib sheets.

3:30 am:
(Isabella walks back into my bedroom) Mom, you know what?
(Me) I know your gonna be in trouble if you don't go to sleep!
I get up and walk her back into her room.
(Isabella) Mom, will you lay down with me?
(Me) Yes.

Moments later...
(Isabella) Mom, my class is going to have Bake Sale this month.
(Me) Yes, I know, go to sleep!

3:50 am
My Man gets up for work and comes into Isabella's room to tell me what time it is.
(Me) GROWLING... Yes I know what time it is!!!!!

4am
I return to my bed and Grant is sleeping in it.

4:10 am
Grant starts to cough again and this time throws up in my bed!

Ah, we have a sick child! At last I KNOW that I won't be able to go back to sleep now!

5 am:
(Isabella) Mom, I'm going to go to sleep because the sun still won't come up and I don't want to wait for it anymore, okay?
(Me) That sounds like a good idea baby, I will wake you up for school.

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12 Cha Cha Bloggers left a comment:

Radical Mama June 2, 2009 at 9:31 AM  

I'm so glad you can laugh about that memory now....but, sheesh, being a new mommy, it made me cringe a little to read it! haha! They still do that when they're 5ish???!!! Yikes!
Yes, I will definitely post updates on my first garden! I am so excited and my mom is so proud! This is the first time I've ever shown interest in gardening!
And, most definitely, if we lived near each other I know we would be getting together for tea and fun conversations! Wish we were nearer - I need friends like that!

Janeen June 2, 2009 at 12:27 PM  

You are always welcome my friend!

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? June 2, 2009 at 4:58 PM  

Isn't it fun to have a journal to help you recall the torture only a mother can endure?! It reminds me of a scene from Terms of Endearment when she was up all night with her baby with the croup while her husband stood by! My hat's off to all mothers!

p.s. I just read (just getting over being sick since Saturday) your hilarious comment on Young @ Heart! I don't know which is funnier -- the documentary or your comment! Thank you, Janeen, because it truly lifted my spirits! :))

Sparky ♥ ∞ June 2, 2009 at 6:00 PM  

Oh my goodness, you're tougher than me my friend! I thought having 3 dogs was a trial. I stand corrected. [lol] I'm glad you found humor in the midnight goings on. :o)

alittlebitofscrap June 2, 2009 at 6:09 PM  

Holy cow! Even when I had my nephew, I didn't have nights like that. I'm so sorry.

Nana Trish is Living the Dream June 2, 2009 at 7:59 PM  

I can totally relate. I had a chatty child, so much more than Avery. Jolie would talk and talk and I'd be soooo sleepy. It's all worth it though and I know you know it. I love the picture. It favors you. I think you could pull off a bikini, but not me. That would be a big HOOT.

Marie Reed June 3, 2009 at 2:53 AM  

Oh Janeen.. this is priceless! but.... I've been thinking about having another baby and this sort of makes me have second thoughts. Having big kids now is certainly more restful...hmmmm...

Anonymous June 3, 2009 at 11:56 AM  

Hi Marie, my Gorgeous friend! Your children, babies, don't stay babies for long! ha ha Before you know it, all those baby & toddler years are done and then they are entering school for the next 12 years and there is homework 5 days a week, sports and their activities... so it's really 18-20 years until we as parents enter the "restful and freedom" years again. ha ha

Janeen

Poetikat June 3, 2009 at 2:05 PM  

This certainly disputes my poem's theory, doesn't it? Oh well, at least it only happens like this once in a while, right? Right?

Kat

Tea Time With Melody June 3, 2009 at 8:13 PM  

LOL!!!! I can so totally picture this whole scene. I was laughing so hard.....haha

steviewren June 5, 2009 at 4:35 PM  

Oh my gosh! You poor poor thing. I hope you finally got some rest.

Barbara June 9, 2009 at 7:56 AM  

What a nightmare of a night but funny to read at this stage.