I’d like to say it’s because I’ve been distracted by our reunited familial bliss.
I’d like to say that. I’d really really like to say that. But I can’t.
Everyone is sick again. Ry was horribly, taken-to-bed sick all day yesterday and Hannah’s fever returned with a vengeance around lunchtime yesterday. And Ruth hasn’t slept well for two days.
I need some real things to complain about, I realize. But whine whine whine anyway. In addition to the sickies, nobody has slept as well as they did when Ry was away! Why? Why why why? Why?! Ruth’s been getting up in the night again. Hannah too. I guess I saw it coming. But part of me was really wishing, hoping beyond hope, that since they both slept straight through while he was gone they would say, “Hey! Why haven’t I been doing this all along? Last night was the first night of the rest of my life! I found a new way to be! A new way to sleep! No more night-waking for me!!!!”
Um. No.
Apparently Ruth was sleeping because she was sick. And Hannah was sleeping straight through because she just likes to sleep with Daddy and he wasn’t there, no reason to get up. But now he’s home, so we’re back to “Daddy, will you come lie down in mine bed wif me?”
Ahh. Yes. Everything is back to normal.
Life as I Think It 