Not the kind of trolls that you find under bridges in fairy tales, but those little plastic ones you spin between your hands to make their hair stand up. The motionless ones that just sit there and grin while their crazy hair stands up in a point. It’s the grin and the defenseless out stretched arms I’m feeling like right about now the red flaming hair would be a bonus. Up until about midnight last night I had been hanging in there, the third week of being up repeatedly throughout the night with fevers and Francis and then fevers and Beckett. It really wasn’t that bad until last night I turned into a troll. To say zombie would be a compliment. Although all are well again. We’ve completely lost our angelic schedule with Beckett going to bed around 7 pm. Up at 1 am for his Binky and change and not a peep again until somewhere around 7 am when I am getting him up! All of this lost in a little over 72 hours and 102 degrees. Now it’s binky sprints all night and then bottles and then changes. And then someone (I’m not naming names) wakes up all like what’s going on why is he crying? and I’m like well he didn’t realize that if he gave me a loaded diaper at 1 am I wouldn’t use the warm wipes. Even though the pediatrician assured me he doesn’t know what time it is. Anyway at this point I’m going to change subject so I don’t start competing with anyone about who gets up more throughout the night (even though they also have to go to work and take Francis to school and …).
So is it just me or does the fact that Botax can now be considered a WMD a bit funny? even a little bit or is it just the lack of sleep. It’s funny right? Almost as funny as if Viagra were, but it’s not funny if it’s actually used just the idea that it is that dangerous.