Oh it is time to change some things up in this household. I must remind myself how much I love my pets. Because between the pets and my son - my life has been crazy!!! Mutiny was declared three days ago. I believe the cat started the charge (my dog and cat are real life examples of Garfield and Odie) and pressured the puppy to do his bidding. And the baby is starting to observe more and followed their lead. Three mornings ago, I had a rough time sleeping which I believe is when I wrote the blog Buried Alive. I then crawled into bed knowing I had exactly five hours to sleep which is perfect for me. I can function and still be halfway pleasant. Oh but the forces of the animal kingdom and the angelic lil' boy had decided to put their plan into effect. As I crawl quietly into my sheets and trying so hard to not to disturb my amazing hubby (who really LOVES sleep) I gently lower my head unto my pillow and just about to sigh the sigh of sleep descending onto my body. Yelps begin to crescendo quickly and loudly from the foot of the bed. It was my dog catching her toe nail in her collar. This has happened a total of five times in her two and half years with us but is an unmistakable sound. I am in the beginnings of a sleep haze trying to figure out how to react. I first reach for her but then realize I can't see her (sleep fog, she's black and it's dark). It will be hard to disengage her without hurting her or myself. So I fling the bedside lamp on and fling myself back to the foot of the bed where it appears she has disengaged herself. I can't imagine but this little interaction between the dog and me woke my hubby. Crazy! So I flung back to turn off the light (after double-checking my puppy, readjusting her collar, whisper soothing words) and scoot myself under the covers to try to appear as I have no idea why my husband has awoken with a start. Guess what? I am fully wide eyed awake. So not good, we are now under the five hour window. No problem, just de-stress. Breathe in, breathe out and don't focus on the ticking minutes. I finally fall asleep in about a half hour window. No problem I can make this work. Three hours and twenty-five minutes later I am awoken to a puppy whine. Someone appears to be hungry and/or half to go outside. I imagine hunger and pretend to not hear the whine. This may sound cruel but keep reading. Two minutes later the whining is no longer outside my bedroom but two feet from my face. I squeeze my eyes tighter. The dog then begins to lick my foot (mind you my hubby sleeps closer to the door and he is not being disturbed). Okay you win dog. I let her out, feed treats to the cat, and then feed the dog. I am exhausted and can still catch an hour to sleep if I go back to bed this instant. I quickly return to bed, scoot under the covers, one flip to the side, bring on the dreams. And the monitor begins to crackle with baby grunts, next baby sighs, then unto baby babbles. My head is echoing protests of NOOOOoooooooo! The baby 99% of the time always sleeps one hour later. Please not this morning. And then the alarm of the baby scream of one hungry lil' guy. Mercy I give! No sleep for this mama. I charge to his room and begin his morning routine including bottle. I have about twenty minutes I could return to bed. But my hubby awakens as the dog felt both of us should be awake (though he did get the wake up call an hour after mine). I put the baby down and crawl back into bed for the full ten minutes to chat with hubby. I then get ready for work and my voice mail goes off. Guess what I don't have to come into work until two and half hours later, good thing my dog woke me up and hour and fifteen minutes early so that I can be two and half hours late. Seriously! (I did go back to bed for that missing hour and I was a much happier person after my nap/sleep). Next morning it can't be this crazy right? Oh this time the cat decides to take matters into his own paws. I woke up two and half hours early. Why? you may ask because my cat literally pounced on my bladder. Now you might think this wasn't on purpose (but that means A. you don't know my cat and B. he was standing beside me like he was about to give me CPR except was pushing on my bladder). Thanks Smokey! Of course I would like to get up at this time to give you your treats. I was only sleeping, what a brilliant idea to get up one-hundred and fifty minutes early so you can have your treats. I took care of the animals and once again returned to bed after gaining my pets permission. And then this morning (Saturday) I was literally pushed out of my bed at four a.m. by the dog. I woke up gripping the side of the bed and my dog rolled over and literally pushed my legs unto the floor.
This is my proof that mutiny was declared (I am a little nervous of what will happen in my sleep tonight). Most of us are familiar with the saying that pets and babies pick up our moods. My family appears unsettled and tense which means I got to get my act together or the furry creatures and the seven month old are going to take control of the house. (Let's be honest they have always ruled the roost, the difference is now they know they rule the roost!) It's time to dig deep and figure out how to gain my footing. And if I can't figure it out I got to fake the confidence to make it work around here. Things don't have to run perfectly but it is time to get things ship shape before the mutiny sinks us all.
May your HealthFULL Journey strengthen your relationships and make you all better versions of yourself. 'Til we meet again. . . .
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