Thursday, November 16, 2006
It’s Nice to Be Wanted
One of the great things about having kids is how much they want to be with you. Sure, this only happens for the first 8 years of their lives, but still. Unfortunately, one of the worst things about having kids is how much they want to be with you.
On Monday, I came home from work and Luke couldn’t be more excited to see me. He ran up to me, insisted on being picked up, and hugged me for about 5 minutes. And not a simple hug that you give your Aunt Mildred. It was a full-on death-hug that OJ gave his lawyers after he was found innocent.
(By the way, he’s coming out with a book now called, “If I Did It.” That one must have been really hard to write. I can just imagine his editor constantly having to insert the words, “If I did it” before every sentence. So, “That bitch got what she deserved” becomes “If I did it, that bitch got what she deserved.” Gotta love OJ. Or else he’ll kill you.)
Anyway, being wanted by your child is a great feeling. Until it happens at 4:30 in the morning, which is did today. At about 3:30, the dog woke me up, whining her head off. Apparently, she had to pee. Which is supremely annoying because she had just peed 5 hours ago. I guess she likes to save some up just in case.
At about 4:30, Luke woke up screaming his head off. For some reason, The Wife was already awake, but she was downstairs watching TV. Given her hearing problems and my proximity to Luke, I went to go calm him down. Usually, this just entails picking him up and putting him back in bed. (He’s out of the crib now, in a car bed. Though sometimes he finds it hard to stay in the bed.)
This morning, the usual tactics didn’t work. And since I had to work, I called The Wife up to take care of Luke. I figured she could pause The Jeffersons for a few seconds while I got some much-needed sleep. Well, it turns out that Luke wanted nothing to do with The Wife. He screamed his head off when I left. After a couple of minutes (when I realized I wasn’t going to be able to sleep through his crying), I returned and he calmed down right away. Apparently, he really wanted ME. Which is touching and all, but not exactly what you want to experience at 4:30 a.m.
Luke didn’t want anything to do with his car bed, but he was amenable to sleeping in our bed. As long as he got to sleep on top of me. So we laid there for awhile as his tears streamed down my chest and his shoulder blocked off my windpipe. Eventually, I rolled him off so he could sleep on his own. That didn’t work. Instead, he tossed and turned and grabbed and kicked. At about 5:15, Luke finally agreed to going back to his bed. I managed to get another 45 minutes of sleep, but I have a feeling that I’m going to break my all-time coffee drinking record today. Yep, it’s feeling like an 8-cupper.
On Monday, I came home from work and Luke couldn’t be more excited to see me. He ran up to me, insisted on being picked up, and hugged me for about 5 minutes. And not a simple hug that you give your Aunt Mildred. It was a full-on death-hug that OJ gave his lawyers after he was found innocent.
(By the way, he’s coming out with a book now called, “If I Did It.” That one must have been really hard to write. I can just imagine his editor constantly having to insert the words, “If I did it” before every sentence. So, “That bitch got what she deserved” becomes “If I did it, that bitch got what she deserved.” Gotta love OJ. Or else he’ll kill you.)
Anyway, being wanted by your child is a great feeling. Until it happens at 4:30 in the morning, which is did today. At about 3:30, the dog woke me up, whining her head off. Apparently, she had to pee. Which is supremely annoying because she had just peed 5 hours ago. I guess she likes to save some up just in case.
At about 4:30, Luke woke up screaming his head off. For some reason, The Wife was already awake, but she was downstairs watching TV. Given her hearing problems and my proximity to Luke, I went to go calm him down. Usually, this just entails picking him up and putting him back in bed. (He’s out of the crib now, in a car bed. Though sometimes he finds it hard to stay in the bed.)
This morning, the usual tactics didn’t work. And since I had to work, I called The Wife up to take care of Luke. I figured she could pause The Jeffersons for a few seconds while I got some much-needed sleep. Well, it turns out that Luke wanted nothing to do with The Wife. He screamed his head off when I left. After a couple of minutes (when I realized I wasn’t going to be able to sleep through his crying), I returned and he calmed down right away. Apparently, he really wanted ME. Which is touching and all, but not exactly what you want to experience at 4:30 a.m.
Luke didn’t want anything to do with his car bed, but he was amenable to sleeping in our bed. As long as he got to sleep on top of me. So we laid there for awhile as his tears streamed down my chest and his shoulder blocked off my windpipe. Eventually, I rolled him off so he could sleep on his own. That didn’t work. Instead, he tossed and turned and grabbed and kicked. At about 5:15, Luke finally agreed to going back to his bed. I managed to get another 45 minutes of sleep, but I have a feeling that I’m going to break my all-time coffee drinking record today. Yep, it’s feeling like an 8-cupper.
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He didn't just NOT WANT me. He squirmed and walked up my pregnant belly while I tried to hold him. He grabbed at my hair. He crawled over the sides of the car bed in a desperate attempt to get away from me. It was fun.
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