Friday, June 24, 2011
Last Night...I'm Glad it's Over
So last night started out on the right track. Warren hooked up our new TV antenna; we get Fox 55 which means 9:00pm news and Packer games come fall. Anyway, we watched news at 9:00, stayed awake for the entire program and then headed to bed. So far, so good. At 11:30 Joseph woke; Warren went in by him and I lay awake in bed until 2am when Warren finally came back to bed. Still I couldn't fall asleep. Is it pregnancy insomnia? Sinus stuffiness? I don't know. I don't care. I just don't want to experience it again. At 2:30 Joseph woke again. I went in this time. I crawled into the single bed and left him in the crib hoping he'd fall back asleep just knowing I was in the room with him. We both lay their another 15 minutes when I finally decide to lullaby him. And what song popped into my head first? 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall. So I started singing and he stopped whining. At about bottle #94 my conscience kicked in and said BEER? really? for a 2 year old? I had a fleeting thought that I should change it up to Rootbeer on the Wall, but that extra syllable at 2:30 in the morning was more than I was up to. And I rationalized it with the thought that Warren and I both like beer and we're decent enough people and the song is working to keep him quiet and that really is the ultimate goal. I kept singing and at 70 Bottles of Beer on the Wall he fell asleep. It wasn't long after and I fell asleep too. Morning came awfully early at 6:12 when Joseph woke up whining again. I put him in bed with Warren and I went for a run. Running was better than the alternative.