What a day....

what a day, what a day, what a day. And it's only noon.

Mason's new witching hour, or rather half hour, appears to be between 4 and 4:30 a.m. For some reason unknown to us, he wakes up out of a dead sleep crying, either for a book, TV or to eat. On Sunday night, it was so hard to put him down that the only way we could get him to sleep was to put him in our bed. That's never really happened before and for a darn good reason - the boy NEVER lies still. He doesn't sit still when he's awake and in his sleep he moves back and forth, up and down his crib. So why would things be any different in our bed? He kicks, pushes, cuddles, sweats and talks. And with me having to heave my huge bulk out of bed at least 3 times a night, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to stay. So to the couch I went, and to bed Daddy went, at 8:30. Mind you, we just bought a king size bed just for this purpose, not really realizing that the bigger size only allows him to lay across the bed with his feet in my belly and his head in daddy's chest. Needless to say, it was a long night for all of us.....except Mason.

Happily, Mason went down at his normal time last night, without a fuss or a fight but come 4:00, he was up ranting and raving. So I got up and we cuddled and read books and did all of the things that usually work, but he wasn't having it. He would not go back down. I was utterly exhausted but it felt so good to feel his warm little body curled up around my belly. We fell asleep in the chair in his room and I woke to find Daddy watching over us. Into the big bed we went, figuring that at least we could all be together. That lasted half an hour, then he wanted food, then he wanted mommy, then he wanted daddy, then he wanted both of us but didn't want to be in the bed. On and on it went, until finally I think we all fell asleep in the bed completely spent and got maybe an hour more sleep......at which point Mason woke up crying and sweating. Poor little guy. Maybe gas, maybe growing pains, maybe teeth. Who knows?

Wolf was a god send this morning. Normally I help him get ready in the morning and we drive to the ferry. This morning I could barely talk, let alone function. Wolf took care of everything and drove off to work on his own. It was nice that I didn't have to do anything but at the same time, we really like taking him and picking him up at the ferry.

An hour later, Mason and I are off running errands. We did our weekly, sometimes daily, run to Borders, having a muffin and some tea. We are friends with two of the women who work there, Stephanie and Silvia, and it's a treat for all of us to see each other. Today I was a little slower and less talkative but it was still wonderful to go. Towards the end of our visit, however, a gentleman or rather, an asshole, managed to break my calm. Mason and I are sitting in the CAFE portion of the store, eating and enjoying ourselves. I was checking in with my mom on the phone and Mason was cleaning the table, singing or yelling or talking loudly to himself, when this man in the magazine aisle turns to me and asks me to keep my child quiet. It took a minute for it to register. I felt my cheeks become enflamed and my heart began to race. "Excuse me?" was my reply. "This is not a library." "Yes, it is and I'm trying to read," was his baffling response. Flabbergasted, I could not go on. I shared my anger with my mom instead of with the asshole. Had I not been talking with her, I would have really lit into him. I spent the next hour or so coming up with all of the things I could have said if my pregnancy brain had not failed me. I think my favorite response is: "I'm sorry, I could tape my 2 year olds mouth shut, but since I inadvertantly left the tape at home today, I advise you to either move or actually PURCHASE your magazine, since this IS a bookstore and NOT a library. Asshole." Ahhh, I almost feel better. My shoulders are dropping down from around my ears and my jaw is unclenching.


Sigh. Now that I have that weight off of my chest, I think I will go take a nap and hope that my afternoon goes by quickly and painlessly. Hears to dreams!