Okay, it’s time for me to whine.
Last night my downstairs neighbours pounded out the music until 2am, shouting and hollering. I didn’t say anything because really, they’re good neighbours and don’t do it very often. Everyone should be able to have a party now and then, and while they didn’t this time, they usually give me a good heads-up and make sure it’s not inconvenient. I wouldn’t have told them it was last night if they had, either. And Cameron slept through it. But I couldn’t.
So, it was long after 2 am that I fell asleep.
3am Cameron woke with a nighmare. 3:20 cried for me. 3:30 cried for me. 4am cried for me.
5am pee trip.
5:30 awake, wanted to get up.
6am awake, into my bed. Kicked and rolled and asked to get up three zillion times.
I gave up at 7.
The morning was mostly spent with whining and crying and fussing until we left for Tot Gym. A couple of hours of fun.
Nap time is what has me close to bawling. I so need to sleep. No sleep for me. In the end, after an hour of trying, Cameron spent an hour screaming in his own room so that I could at least lie down. I’m surprised he has a voice left.
I had semi-plans to go out tonight. I can’t find a sitter. I am catching another cold – gee, wonder why.
I love Cameron.
I need a break.