Well I had planned on fixing some awesome Jambalaya for dinner tonight and getting a King's Cake, but I forgot that Eric was going to be gone to Nashville to see the Predator's play. So instead, me and my stuffy nose are lounging on the couch, watching Dance Mom's and playing with Eli.
I thought I would take this time to share with you one of my finer parenting moments that happened on Sunday. I know this is going to shock you, but Eli still doesn't sleep through the night...ever! For the most part, I have come to grips with the horrible reality, but I still have my moments of insanity.
After being up three times on Sunday night, I finally fell back asleep around 3:oo am. Sadly, it didn't last too long. You can imagine my frustration when I was awakened for the fourth time. I sat up in bed, dramatically thew the covers back and announced to my sleeping husband, "I haven't slept in three years. I'm never going to sleep again."
Eric stirred only slightly at the commotion as I then jumped out of bed, flung my pillow around, and ran face-first straight into the wall. I'm not even lying. There is not, nor has there ever been a door on that wall. I guess in all my exhaustion I was disoriented.
Of course this only added to my frustration as I quickly yelled, "See, I'm so tired I'm running into things."
Ya'll Eric didn't miss a beat. He pulled the covers back up over his shoulders, turned over, and continue to sleep like a baby...or like a baby should.