You know all the excuses we make when our children don't sleep? They had a long day, they're agitated. They didn't sleep well last night, they're agitated. Tomorrow is an exciting day, they're agitated. They're teething, they're agitated. Yeah right.
Our first child just does.not.need.to.sleep. If the party goes till dawn she will be the one asking "so what are we going to do today?" She will not be allowed to go to Ibiza. Ever. Admittedly, she gets this from me, the original night owl in the family. I usually get a second lease on life around 22h00 at which time I can start a project, bake, watch movies . . . simultaneously.
Our second child, bless her heart, was a model sleeper until about 6 months-the age when the others settle down. Since then I feel like I've been wearing out all the excuses. The newest one? Maybe she's growing . . .The bottom line is neither she nor I have been sleeping much lately.
To add to the thrill of the new year our
Today I stopped at la boulangerie ( la boo-lahngeree = bakery) on my way back from the school. I got my usual baguette and newspaper and chitchatted with the baker who is one also one of the moms from the school. As I was leaving she tells me : bon courage. You look really tired today like (insert gesture made to look like she deflated a balloon).
That cracked me up. What the heck do you say to that? I told her the little one is not sleeping. She nodded then kept on about how really tired I look. I think if she could have used the phrase "like death warmed over" she would have.
Goodness. If I look that bad maybe 2011 will be the year I take a tip from the world of modeling and start applying Preparation H under my eyes since apparently there's nothing like hemorrhoid cream for reducing puffiness . . . .