What a silly reason to argue
Or, why I'm tired and fueled largely by coffee today.
The silly fight
Last night after Hootie went to bed Whuffle and I had a fight. I'm not quite sure how we got into a fight about something like this but the argument was ultimately about why Hootie has been all about Daddy the last few days, when he's usually obsessed with Mommy. I had a theory that was ticking off Whuffle and I was convinced my theory was fine, but I was just being misunderstood.
After we'd both made excellent asses out of ourselves, Whuffle went upstairs to clean bunny cages and go to bed. I stayed up for another couple of hours to finish baking dinner and lunches for the next couple of days and to get a load of diapers washed and into the dryer. When I finally stumbled upstairs to bed Whuffle was in the dead center of the bed, sound asleep. Nothing I did could awaken her and the way she was laid out there was no way I could fit into the bed with her.
Sleep Please?
I briefly contemplated more extreme measures to wake her up but Whuffle had been cranky all day due to sleep deprivation and I didn't want to make matters worse. I went downstairs to sleep on the couch. I kinda dozed for a while but was awakened by the surprisingly loud racket of romping bunnies upstairs. Whuffle had set up a pen so the trio could have a little time out of their cage and the subsequent midnight romping set up such a clatter I wouldn't have been surprised if kangaroos were visiting.
I stomped upstairs in a cranky "If boys got PMS" frame of mind and found one of the chief perpetrators of said chaos was Beanbag, our 11 year old min-rex with arthritis. What I saw was the bunny equivalent of that 102 year old guy with a hip replacement outrunning all the other joggers on the track. Feeling emotionally boosted by this development I went to the master bedroom. Sure enough, Whuffle had rolled over in her sleep and there was now enough room for me to got to bed.
The Morning Escape
Come 4:30 am, Hootie woke up and was crying for someone to come and get him. As we're having another go at getting him to go to sleep on his own, I briefly soothed him and then left him alone in his room. He started crying before I even got out of the room. I climbed back into bed with Whuffle and we closed our bedroom door. We could still hear him through the baby monitor.
We heard him running around his room and suddenly heard him open the door to OUR room and come up to the bed. He had somehow managed to remove and get past the pressure gate in his doorway without either of us hearing anything to indicate an escape had been orchestrated. I was reminded of my younger brother who learned to to use one of his toys as a battering ram to knock down similar gates. My brother had used timing to keep us from seeing what he was doing. Hootie-bird on the other hand can apparently use stealth to orchestrate a similar trick silently. We are in deep trouble.
The silly fight
Last night after Hootie went to bed Whuffle and I had a fight. I'm not quite sure how we got into a fight about something like this but the argument was ultimately about why Hootie has been all about Daddy the last few days, when he's usually obsessed with Mommy. I had a theory that was ticking off Whuffle and I was convinced my theory was fine, but I was just being misunderstood.
After we'd both made excellent asses out of ourselves, Whuffle went upstairs to clean bunny cages and go to bed. I stayed up for another couple of hours to finish baking dinner and lunches for the next couple of days and to get a load of diapers washed and into the dryer. When I finally stumbled upstairs to bed Whuffle was in the dead center of the bed, sound asleep. Nothing I did could awaken her and the way she was laid out there was no way I could fit into the bed with her.
Sleep Please?
I briefly contemplated more extreme measures to wake her up but Whuffle had been cranky all day due to sleep deprivation and I didn't want to make matters worse. I went downstairs to sleep on the couch. I kinda dozed for a while but was awakened by the surprisingly loud racket of romping bunnies upstairs. Whuffle had set up a pen so the trio could have a little time out of their cage and the subsequent midnight romping set up such a clatter I wouldn't have been surprised if kangaroos were visiting.
I stomped upstairs in a cranky "If boys got PMS" frame of mind and found one of the chief perpetrators of said chaos was Beanbag, our 11 year old min-rex with arthritis. What I saw was the bunny equivalent of that 102 year old guy with a hip replacement outrunning all the other joggers on the track. Feeling emotionally boosted by this development I went to the master bedroom. Sure enough, Whuffle had rolled over in her sleep and there was now enough room for me to got to bed.
The Morning Escape
Come 4:30 am, Hootie woke up and was crying for someone to come and get him. As we're having another go at getting him to go to sleep on his own, I briefly soothed him and then left him alone in his room. He started crying before I even got out of the room. I climbed back into bed with Whuffle and we closed our bedroom door. We could still hear him through the baby monitor.
We heard him running around his room and suddenly heard him open the door to OUR room and come up to the bed. He had somehow managed to remove and get past the pressure gate in his doorway without either of us hearing anything to indicate an escape had been orchestrated. I was reminded of my younger brother who learned to to use one of his toys as a battering ram to knock down similar gates. My brother had used timing to keep us from seeing what he was doing. Hootie-bird on the other hand can apparently use stealth to orchestrate a similar trick silently. We are in deep trouble.