Posts Tagged ‘rest’

Next Friday

29 September 2011

Dear J-

We’re giong on vacation again tomorrow and I’m interested to see how figgy deals with it tonight. If the past is any indication of the future we’ll be packing and moving stuff into the car at the same time that she keeps popping out of bed, too wired and excited about the trip to sleep and too exhausted to venture much further. At this point we’ve only taken the one trip with Calcifer so he has no idea what’s in store except that he’s going to be strapped to the seat for a few hours and that’s going to make him crabby during, but at least he won’t have any anticipation of the trip. We’ve tried to keep it quiet so figgy doesn’t ramp up but she’s been telling the other kids at daycare so that particular secret is out of the bag.

In fact every other line on Tuesday must have been about the trip, since the teachers all came up to me and said that she’d been talking about the trip all day. I understand her obsessive nature, as I see it in myself, but this forward kid who’s not afraid to let her emotions out bare is someone I don’t recognize. Last night was a bit of a struggle, as lack of sleep made us both crabby: the less inclined she was to do something the stricter I got and instead of bending gracefully we both snapped. I’d take stuff away for crying, which made the crying worse, but there I was trying to make a point and … y’know what, after the night’s sleep it seems so petty and ill-advised given that neither of us is taking any lessons away from that. You want to make the point that crying isn’t going to garner the sympathy that it did when you were four months old but at the same time you have to pick your battles carefully.

I’m looking forward to getting enough sleep on this trip. Between a forced lack of connectivity (i.e. no Google Reader with its hours-long obligation to read me, read me, read me some more and no tumblr to consume the remaining scraps of free time) and the obligation as guests to conform to our host’s bedtimes, I think I’ll get more rest than I bargain for. Not a bad choice, certainly. Plus it’ll hopefully give me the strength to fight off this first achy cold of the season, which has felled three members of our family in quick succession (figgy, Calcifer, and now me). Drive on; I’ll see you tomorrow.



Rest Stop

26 October 2009

Dear J-

We wandered around the zoo today like two zombies and a relentless automaton; where she’d be running back and forth, we’d be seeking the nearest shady bench to watch her.  Neither of the supposed adults got much sleep last night, between distractions at home and work; me, I came back to browse eBay for a while (because I could, not because I need anything in particular except perhaps another package in the mail to make sure that I’m still around) and the day dawned bright and altogether shockingly quickly.  All I could think about, in fact, was finding the nearest place to set her down, or mentally calculating how quickly we could get home and take a nap.

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I’ve started napping during our afternoon movies, in fact; it’s not kosher, and it’s not ideal, but there just isn’t enough time in the day otherwise.  This morning, coming back from work I used the right pedal to manufacture time.  I know the risks; I know my limits, I know how far and why I work where I do, but the math isn’t making a ton of sense lately.  I keep hearing the whispers and broken promises of next month and next time, but somehow I keep buying in and believing.