Bad Night

So today's post is a follow on from last night's post. And although last night wasn't 'bad' in terms of the really, really, REALLY bad nights I was experiencing a few weeks ago with my little darling, it was bad enough.

I guess it started at 7pm. Cate went down without a peep (bless) and I proceeded to do a happy dance celebrating the fact that I could finally have five minutes to myself. Any mum knows what I mean - night time bedtime = mummy's down time. If she's lucky! Anyways even though I am sleep deprived, no, I did not rush immediately to bed because I wanted to enjoy said down time. Instead I spent the next three hours dicking around on the net. Productive I know.

Finally head to bed at 10pm. Settle down with my semi-decent book (have been struggling to find decent reading material lately) and enjoy a lovely hour long, uninterupted read. Bliss. Cate slept soundly next door, Justin huffed and snuffled next to me but life was pretty good.

I switch off the light at 11pm and, despite the snores, snuffles and phlem-y noises being emitted from the husband laying next to me, I managed to drift off fairly quickly into a deep sleep.

I know, this all sounds rather excellent so far.

11.14pm: Cate wakes. Lie still for five mins willing her back to sleep. Five minutes is a long time when you're trying to sleep and your baby is crying!

11.19pm: Get up to Cate. She is very sooky. Won't even take a bottle (shock horror!) and rejects the dummy (no surprises there). Looks like it's the old 'take her out of the cot for cuddles time' routine. I sit on the couch in the dark patting and shhhh-ing until she falls back asleep. I know this is a bitching post but it was actually kinda nice.

11.43pm: Back into bed. Husband's snotty snores are packing a punch. Very difficult to recapture blissful beautiful sleep of only a few minutes ago...

12.23am: Cate wakes. WTF?! This never happens. Leave her to cry...

12.28am: Still crying. I can feel my cracking it pants coming out...

12.29am: I collect Cate from her cot and do the unthinkable...put her in our bed (this is a habit we have worked very hard to break). The little minx screamed louder!!! Grrrrrrr. Husband is now awake (and I'm feeling so spiteful I think 'good') and Cate is howling. I don't know what she wants, I'm tired, cranky and very frustrated. This is not one of my better mummy moments as I yell at Cate, demanding to know what she wants (Nice. All class that one. Yelling at the 13 month old). I end up on the couch, shh-ing and patting again. Then into the cot for more of the same.

1.13am: I crawl back into bed only to be met by that horrid, gurgling noise that now signals husband is sleeping semi-peacefully. I know I simply cannot get back to sleep listening to this for a third time. I do a wonderful wifely cracking the poo-poos session, fling myself out of the bed, grab my pillows and ajorn to the upstairs matress. I try to slam the stafely gates on my way up to illustrate my upset but alas! Those suckers don't slam. Humph!

Roughly 2.13am (Left the bloody clock downstairs didn't I?): I fall asleep. Thank GOD.

Could have been 6am?: Justin wakes me to say goodbye as he head off to work. I am not in my best 'send hubby off to work' mood. I grunt, roll over and promptly fall back asleep.

6.15am: Cate wakes for the joy. Happy, happy, joy, joy.

6.16am: See her little face. Fall in love again. Try to get over myself. Bring her into my bed for a morning bottle and snuggle routine.

6.40am: Start our day...hoping hubby is far less snotty when he gets home tonight, poor Love. xxx