The sleep that never was

(Readers Disclaimer: Some may not like what I have to say, but it's the truth and how I feel!)
Last night was something else! I had made the announcement that I wanted to be in bed by 9:00pm since I was feeling very tired. Normally I go to sleep between 10:30 and 11:00pm, but every now and then I want to try and get more than four hours of sleep seeing as you need some sleep to function. So your mom hops into the shower and me and you climb into the bed with the ol' boob tube on. Now granted, I knew that this was not going to be an easy task because I had put you down for a nap around 5:30pm and you had already slept for an hour and a half. Well, about 10 to 15 minutes go by and oddly enough you start to fade away. Inside my head I'm saying "yes" this is going to happen. I can see it now, 6 hours of beautiful sleep coming my way. Enter your mom-The scene quickly changes. She innocently slips into bed and you turn away from me to face her. Okay I say, I'll let mom finish off what I already started. So I get comfortable on the very edge of the bed which is where I normally end up. Suddenly, I open my eyes and see the shadow of this apple head sitting up to the left of me. It then falls back down for a few seconds and then re-appears. Oh no!!! You're starting to act very restless and nothing is being done to stop you. I continue to see how this is going to play out. Just as I suspected the sandman leaves the room and you are wide awake. I look at your mom with a look that probably wasn't too pretty and I get a blank stare back at me. Time to take action! I snatch you up and put you on my right side away from her and once again try to get you to go to sleep. You're a little agitated, but you start to calm down. I look at the clock by the bed and it's now 9:45pm. Damn, I've already lost one of those six hours I was so anxiously awaiting. It seems like you're fading away again, but you start doing your flipping and flopping all over the bed and finally I can't take it anymore. I spring up and haul you off to your crib to let you put yourself to sleep. This would be around 10:15pm. I believe mom is already out and she's a pretty deep sleeper whereas I'm a very light sleeper. Do you go to sleep? No! You decide you're going to test out your vocal chords and begin to cry really loud. Now you've awoken another person. Angry dad! Mentally at this point I was already writing this blog as all this was transpiring. So your cries begin to get louder and louder. I'm not going to budge. It's now 10:30pm. I get up and you're standing in your crib, but I only lay you back down and cover you with a blanket and tell you to go to sleep. This would only infuriate you more so the cries start to flood the otherwise quiet night. Now you decide to stand up and start opening and closing the door that's just within your reach. Angry dad jumps back into action and this time emphatically drags your crib away from the doorway and lays you back down. Out come the cries. At this point I was lying there in bed with my eyes wide open. I was prepared to let you cry until you had nothing left even if it meant that I got only one hour of sleep. I wanted to prove a point to you and let you see that crying isn't going to always get you what you want. Time on the clock is now 10:50pm. This whole time your mother was either asleep or ignoring us and I think it was the first rather than the second. There she was off in dream land which is where I wanted to be, but instead I was trying to combat the storm that was Vlad's fury category 5. Finally, your mom awakes from her hibernation and jumps out of bed. Now I'm saying to myself she better be just laying you back down and trying to put you to sleep in the crib. I really didn't want her bringing you to the bed cause it just doesn't work when the three of us are together. Voila! Here she comes with you in tote and angry dad is furious. I give you guys my back and try to ignore you guys. At this point it's around 11:05pm and I think you've tired yourself out from all the screaming and crying. You started to wiggle around a little, but it looked like your mom was intent on putting you to sleep. So a question mark pops into my head. Why couldn't you do this two hours earlier????? Anyways, you give in rather quickly and fall asleep. As for myself I end up having a nightmare that I was shot in the back 8 times being in the crossfire of two gangs shooting at each other. The pain felt so real, but that's a story for another day. I guess I had enough of that dream so I awake and look at the clock 11:45pm. Awesome! I get out of bed and go over and forklift you out of the bed and put you in the crib. As I shuffle back to the bed with only 3 hours of sleep staring at me I think why, why did this have to happen this way....Needless to say I was dead tired by now. I don't remember turning the alarm off at 3:00am and when I opened my eyes it was already 4:15am. Damn it again! Now I'm going into work later than I wanted to. I guess I'll try again tonight to get to sleep early and see what happens!

dpgmarine