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The weekend before last we went on our first family vacation together!  Yes…we have gone on vacation before…but we have always stopped and visited family or friends and never really a night to ourselves.  Don’t get me wrong…we love seeing friends and family but it was due time for just the three of us to get away.

My hubby needed a break from life.  I needed a break from life and Little E just needed some daddy and mommy time all to himself.

So…we packed up the car with the tent, air mattress, cooler and dog and headed out after church for a Sunday and Monday vacation.

I was really looking forward to going on vacation with my boys until a few nights before when hubby and I were putting Little E to bed.  He wanted both of us to snuggle with him in his new bed and hubby says “sure!  That will give us practice for Sunday when we are in the tent”.

And then it hit me!  Like the V8 Commercial…a smack straight to my forehead.

I have to sleep with my child and hubby in the same bed in a small confined space.

~ Gulp ~

I’m not sure if you know this or not…but I don’t do good with people invading my personal space. Oh…I know…they are my family…but still this momma doesn’t do well unless she has about 6 or 7 hours of good sleep…and then two cups of coffee in the morning.

I also don’t sleep well with Little E.  He kicks…jabs…turns upside down, pokes..you name it..he does it.  I have tried sleeping with him before and it ends up with him sleeping and me laying wide awake..staring at the ceiling for two hours.  The same happens if hubby tries to cuddle with me.

Not. Good.

I NEED sleep.

So…we get there and we get set up and we do our little touristy thing in the neighbouring town and go out for supper.

We then head back to our site and have a great campfire.

Then the moment of truth comes….time to put Little E to bed.  Hubby goes in and lays down with him while I take the dog for a walk.  I come back and sit around the campfire waiting for hubby to come out.

I wait.

I wait.

I wait some more.

Then I hear…..

SNORING!

That’s right.  Hubby’s asleep!

I was so excited that hubby and I were going to get a chance to sit around a fire and relax and just talk to each other and spend some good quality time together…and then he falls asleep.

Now…don’t get me wrong.  I was a little annoyed…but at the same time I knew hubby really needed sleep.  He was getting burnt out and I knew the extra bit of R&R would be good for him.  So I grabbed the flashlight and my kindle and enjoyed some nature and a book all to myself.

About an hour or so later the snoring stopped and I hear hubby say “Is the fire almost out?”  I tell him that it’s still going pretty strong and then there is silence again for about five minutes.  Finally I ask him “So…are you going to come out and help me put it out or are you going to go back to sleep?”

Do you know what his reply was?

“It took forever to get Little E to sleep.  He just went to sleep now…I’m sorry..I’ll be right out!”

RIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGHHTTT.

Like that loud freight train snoring came from my three year old child.  🙂

We quickly put the fire out and then headed to bed.  I was tired and so was he.  He fell right asleep while, yup you guessed it, I lay awake listening to the drunkards at the next campsite singing to country music and laughing their heads off.

Finally I fell asleep only to be awoken by a kick in the stomach.  A jab in the chest and a poke in the eye with a foot.  I quickly turned little E around and set him back in the upright position.  I think I may have had to do this about four or five times during the night….thus not getting me my six hours of sleep.

OY…was I tired the next morning!  A tired and hot woman does not qualify for a good morning.

My poor boys…all the pain they had to endure until momma got her second cup of coffee!

But once I did…we enjoyed the rest of our vacation (all 15 minutes of it).

Lesson learned:  Next time…rent a cabin.  The boys can sleep in the tent and I’ll sleep inside 🙂

Laura

Blessing:  Had some good quality time with my boys.  It was a fun vacation except for momma’s crabbiness 🙂 

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A snuggler I am not.

If you know me at all you know that I don’t like people in my space.  Nope not at all.  Don’t get within three feet of me…and please for the love of everything don’t stand so close to me I can feel your arm hairs on my arms.  Give me my bubble of personal space and give it to me NOW!

I am not a snuggler.  I just can’t do it.  I can’t have somebody that close to me, touching me, breathing on me, making me all hot (ok…get your mind out of the gutter..this is a family blog ).

My poor hubby.  I think he really thought (and I may have given him the wrong impression before hand on purpose..or maybe “misguided” may be a better word) that when we got married we would cuddle all the time in bed.

Boy was he in for a big surprise!  If you were to look at our bed you would notice a body imprint on the left side and on the right side and a big bump in the middle where the two body imprints don’t come together at all.  That’s right.  You stick to your side and I’ll stick to my side!  Kapeesh?  Kapeesh!  You start to wonder over to my side of the bed and you’re going to get hurt.

I try to cuddle.  I really really do.  Ok…well maybe I only try twice a year..but still it’s an effort right?  What happens is that I get my mind all hyped up for the cuddle event.  I tell myself “tonight I will be a good wife and I will cuddle with my husband”  I get in the cuddle position and then I lay there.  I don’t sleep.  Nothing happens except for hubby snoring in my ear or I get the hurricane effect from his nose.  I swear there’s a ton of air that just comes out of that thing.  My hair has been known to blow in the “wind” from the nose.  (Oops getting off topic there.) Yah…so I just lay there.  Then I think to myself…”Oh my word I’m so tired…but I want to be a good wife and cuddle.  This is just ridiculous!”  So I lay there for about another fifteen minutes willing myself to go to sleep.  Still nothing happens.  Finally I just move over…hug my teddy bear (hey don’t pretend you other non snugglers don’t have one of those) and finally fall asleep and have wonderful dreams.

Make me cuddle and I get cranky!  Better just to let the thirty one year old woman sleep with her stuffed elephant.  Everybody will be happy in the end!

Recently little E has been waking up a little bit earlier or going to bed a little bit later so he’s been tired in the afternoons.  On days when I have napping kids and I know that we are going out at night I will lay little E down on the couch with me and get him to have a nap.

This has happened about four times in the past two weeks and you know what?

I really enjoy snuggling with him!

Shhhhh!  Don’t tell hubby!

Most times I still don’t fall asleep cause I just can’t…but instead I lay there with him in my arms and just watch him sleep.  It’s some of the most amazing minutes I get in my day.  You see, Little E is not a snuggler either.  Instead of a whiny baby when he was tired he would get really really squirmy.  So squirmy that you could barely hold him.  So this is the first time in the past three years that I have really snuggled with him and I’m enjoying every minute of it.

I lay there and think about all the great times and memories that we have had with him in the past almost three years.  All the things that we have been through as a family.  All the “battles” that we have fought, and all the things he has learned.

I also lay there thinking about friends that I know that have gone through hard times with their children.  Friends that have lost their children…all the heartache in the world and I hold little E a little bit closer.  I can’t imagine my life without him and sometimes I think to myself: “This is just too good to be true”.  I am truly blessed to have him in my life and the snuggle times like these remind me again and again of how blessed I really am.

So…will I be a genuine snuggler (will I fall asleep with my boy in my arms)?  Probably not…but I’ll enjoy those precious times just the same!

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