When Johnny was a little over a year old, he had a really horrible cold. He couldn't sleep, so I ended up holding him while I sat in the rocker. It was 2AM, I was so tired, my eyes felt like they had sand in them, and I had forgotten to use the bathroom on the way to Johnny's room, so my bladder was seriously full.
He finally drifted off to sleep; I eased my way out of the rocker, tip-toed across the room, and laid him in his bed. Then I turned around to tiptoe out and tripped over a talking Piglet toy. He woke up.
When I was pregnant with Maureen, I had a really terrible migraine one day, so I took my proven remedy of caffeine, Sudafed and Tylenol. The headache went away, but between the Sudafed and the caffeine, I couldn't sleep, so I went to lay on the couch. I was just drifting off when this little voice said, "It's learning time!" I just about jumped out of my skin. Stupid middle-of-the-night-talking-toys.
As I type, the batteries in Johnny's toy lawnmower are dying. It keeps making this clicking noise and it's driving me crazy. We have exactly one screwdriver that fits the tiny screws that hold the battery door in. I can't find it. I tried putting the lawnmower in the bathroom, but Jameson heard the clicking and rattled the door until I opened it. I tried wrapping it in a big blanket and burying it in the couch, but I can still hear it. I am *this* close to taking it out to spend the night in the van.
He finally drifted off to sleep; I eased my way out of the rocker, tip-toed across the room, and laid him in his bed. Then I turned around to tiptoe out and tripped over a talking Piglet toy. He woke up.
When I was pregnant with Maureen, I had a really terrible migraine one day, so I took my proven remedy of caffeine, Sudafed and Tylenol. The headache went away, but between the Sudafed and the caffeine, I couldn't sleep, so I went to lay on the couch. I was just drifting off when this little voice said, "It's learning time!" I just about jumped out of my skin. Stupid middle-of-the-night-talking-toys.
As I type, the batteries in Johnny's toy lawnmower are dying. It keeps making this clicking noise and it's driving me crazy. We have exactly one screwdriver that fits the tiny screws that hold the battery door in. I can't find it. I tried putting the lawnmower in the bathroom, but Jameson heard the clicking and rattled the door until I opened it. I tried wrapping it in a big blanket and burying it in the couch, but I can still hear it. I am *this* close to taking it out to spend the night in the van.
Ever see that episode of Friends where Phoebe's smoke alarm won't stop beeping, so she smashes it with a hammer and throws it down the trash chute? That's sort of how I am feeling right now...
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Ahhh the Laugh and Learn Puppy scares you too!!! Trent got it for his baptism and fell in love from the moment he saw it. We never went anywhere without it- but in the middle of the night we'd hear, "It's learning time!!!"... Right now, Trent is obsessed with his Elmo (Melmo) toys. He has a phone that says his name "(ring ring!) Hello? Oh it's you... T-rrrrent!". In our car ride today, he pressed the button that says, "OPERATOR!!!" about 1000 times. And nope, didn't get tired of it one bit. Scott and I think if he isn't an amazing football player when he grows up, he'll be a DJ!
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