Dear 6 Month Sleep Regression,
EFFFFFFFFF YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU.
Seriously, SUCH a bad mood this morning. And nobody else is even up yet.
Stayed up late last night because the fruit flies were swarming so badly that they were bumping into my face when I went to wash my hands. I was on a mission. A two-fold mission:
1) Find whatever it is they're eating and get rid of it.
2) Clean the whole bloody kitchen spring-cleaning-clean so that it would be easier to starve them out (read: I won't have to stay up late looking for hidden food/puddles of water). This mostly meant doing all of the hand-wash dishes that had piled up over the last few days.
There is this...THING...which I have observed. If the sink is completely empty and the counters are completely empty, we can maintain that cleanliness level easily for several days. Dishes get dealt with as they happen, stuff gets put away. As soon as ONE FREKKIN' CUP gets left in the sink, it's all over. Suddenly there are dirty dishes piled everywhere, greasy pans on the stove, food scraps in the disposal, and the sink is half-filled with grimy dishwater because the drain is covered with the unwashed masses.
Except I have a 6 month old kid who has been waking up every hour or two all night SCREAMING and hysterical (growth spurt? gas pains? teething? bad dreams?)...and so far the only thing that works is to nurse her back to sleep. Which only I can do. And she's mobile. And the house is not childproofed. Or safe. It's not really adult-safe either, but at least we know to put pressure on the wound and not to stick our fingers in the sockets. Soooo, not a whole lot of time to patrol the kitchen on Cup Watch. And I'm not a single mom, so the cups are not all my fault.
Like this morning, when I walked into the kitchen at 6 AM after a late night of broken sleep, early because I couldn't go back to sleep once David had flumped back into bed after a bathroom trip and She With The Two Teeth was startled while nursing and OW, and there were FOUR DIRTY CUPS sitting on the pristine, like-seriously-I-moved-my-KitchenAid-mixer-off-the-counter-just-so-it-would-look-less-cluttered, clean countertop. Over the dishwasher. Which by the way, is dirty. And only half full.
HULK SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSHHHHH.
Which, honestly, took a whole 5 seconds to resolve (put 4 cups in dishwasher, close door). I just...rargh. RARGH.
Seriously, SUCH a bad mood this morning. And nobody else is even up yet.
Stayed up late last night because the fruit flies were swarming so badly that they were bumping into my face when I went to wash my hands. I was on a mission. A two-fold mission:
1) Find whatever it is they're eating and get rid of it.
2) Clean the whole bloody kitchen spring-cleaning-clean so that it would be easier to starve them out (read: I won't have to stay up late looking for hidden food/puddles of water). This mostly meant doing all of the hand-wash dishes that had piled up over the last few days.
There is this...THING...which I have observed. If the sink is completely empty and the counters are completely empty, we can maintain that cleanliness level easily for several days. Dishes get dealt with as they happen, stuff gets put away. As soon as ONE FREKKIN' CUP gets left in the sink, it's all over. Suddenly there are dirty dishes piled everywhere, greasy pans on the stove, food scraps in the disposal, and the sink is half-filled with grimy dishwater because the drain is covered with the unwashed masses.
Except I have a 6 month old kid who has been waking up every hour or two all night SCREAMING and hysterical (growth spurt? gas pains? teething? bad dreams?)...and so far the only thing that works is to nurse her back to sleep. Which only I can do. And she's mobile. And the house is not childproofed. Or safe. It's not really adult-safe either, but at least we know to put pressure on the wound and not to stick our fingers in the sockets. Soooo, not a whole lot of time to patrol the kitchen on Cup Watch. And I'm not a single mom, so the cups are not all my fault.
Like this morning, when I walked into the kitchen at 6 AM after a late night of broken sleep, early because I couldn't go back to sleep once David had flumped back into bed after a bathroom trip and She With The Two Teeth was startled while nursing and OW, and there were FOUR DIRTY CUPS sitting on the pristine, like-seriously-I-moved-my-KitchenAid-mixer-off-the-counter-just-so-it-would-look-less-cluttered, clean countertop. Over the dishwasher. Which by the way, is dirty. And only half full.
HULK SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSHHHHH.
Which, honestly, took a whole 5 seconds to resolve (put 4 cups in dishwasher, close door). I just...rargh. RARGH.