Hey, this is Katie Parry here. And I'm in survival mode. My husband and I admit that we are very different. He's 6' 2" and I'm 5' 4". He's super athletic and strong. I'm a total girl, and a bit of a baby I've decided. He can function on 6 hours of sleep, I need 8 to 10. But this is pretty typical of married couples, right?
Well, my husband is off to work again. I'm actually super grateful about that. I mean, what do I have to complain about?
Our night started off pretty great. Ava wasn't super tired from having a late nap. So, I put her in the bath, while Brett and I wound down. Hannah had put herself to bed, and the boys had gone down to their room. I had mentioned to Brett that tonight might be a good night for something he had been after. ;) ;). So he offered to get Ava in bed. I knew he would. We gave it our best go, 14 years into this you would think we've got this down, but we still struggle. Cameron came knocking on our door, just in time...we tried put him back to bed, but he struggled too. Finally, at 12:30 a.m. I am walking him back to his bed, telling him he'll be grounded in the morning.
Brett wakes up, I start to gain consciousness and realize it's still dark. Brett, are you awake? What time is it? He's still lying in bed, half dead. Pretty soon I'm complaining about not getting enough sleep. He realizes he's not doing any good here, so he gets up. I ask him where he is going and to come back to bed, but I can't fall back to sleep, so he gets up to shower and go to work.
So what am I complaining about? I hear a baby girl talking happily in her bed. "da, da, daddy!" she says. She wants to get up, so I go and greet her, she's still lying in her crib. But her spirit is fresh, and I need her. She tries to crawl out of her crib, but it is still to high, so I help her. She greets me with a big warm hug and a kiss. I take her back to my bed for a while. She is a breath of fresh air.
So now she is playing nicely in the family room, and I am writing on my blog. It's going to be another good day. Hopefully I can catch up with some rest, it'll be a miracle. My boys are up and on their cell phones. I better go!
Well, my husband is off to work again. I'm actually super grateful about that. I mean, what do I have to complain about?
Our night started off pretty great. Ava wasn't super tired from having a late nap. So, I put her in the bath, while Brett and I wound down. Hannah had put herself to bed, and the boys had gone down to their room. I had mentioned to Brett that tonight might be a good night for something he had been after. ;) ;). So he offered to get Ava in bed. I knew he would. We gave it our best go, 14 years into this you would think we've got this down, but we still struggle. Cameron came knocking on our door, just in time...we tried put him back to bed, but he struggled too. Finally, at 12:30 a.m. I am walking him back to his bed, telling him he'll be grounded in the morning.
Brett wakes up, I start to gain consciousness and realize it's still dark. Brett, are you awake? What time is it? He's still lying in bed, half dead. Pretty soon I'm complaining about not getting enough sleep. He realizes he's not doing any good here, so he gets up. I ask him where he is going and to come back to bed, but I can't fall back to sleep, so he gets up to shower and go to work.
So what am I complaining about? I hear a baby girl talking happily in her bed. "da, da, daddy!" she says. She wants to get up, so I go and greet her, she's still lying in her crib. But her spirit is fresh, and I need her. She tries to crawl out of her crib, but it is still to high, so I help her. She greets me with a big warm hug and a kiss. I take her back to my bed for a while. She is a breath of fresh air.
So now she is playing nicely in the family room, and I am writing on my blog. It's going to be another good day. Hopefully I can catch up with some rest, it'll be a miracle. My boys are up and on their cell phones. I better go!
This is kind-of a sad post, I'm realizing...2022 years later, I don't sound happy. I'm not happy...hmmmm
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