Not all of the future, just the part about sleeping. I’m feeling like it will be a hundred years before I get to consistently sleep through the night again. Four kids is just too many. The odds are just not in your favor when you’re outnumbered that badly. If the baby finally starts sleeping through the night (sometimes, maybe, when the stars are aligned, and for the three nights a month that she isn’t sick), then the five year old has a bad dream. Two if we’re lucky. If the bad dreams finally leave him alone, the seven year old gets poison ivy, or the three year old is thirsty, always thirsty. Stuff like that leaves me with a nice three hour stretch of uninterrupted sleep and then three hours of being interrupted four times, then being woken at 5:55 by a baby who thinks that’s an appropriate hour to wake up lately. Now it’s 7:30 in the morning and Ivy’s on her second breakfast, that she didn’t even really want. I think she’s just bored because her brothers are still sleeping. The fact that all three of them are still sleeping is a small miracle, and probably partially due to the fact that there was Benadryl involved, but it does give me a tiny tiny bit of hope regarding sleep in the future. I find myself doing math all the time, equations like, “So Seth sleeps through the night pretty much 99 out of 100 times, and he’s seven, and Ivy will be seven in five and a half years, so in 2018 I should be able to sleep through the night more than once a week.” Maybe. I try not to get my hopes up.
In other news, Ivy can consistently blow an amazing spit bubble.
Also, she learned how to say “birdy” (this baby girl loves her some birds) and calls me “mommy”, so that makes not sleeping through the night all worth it, right?