Boo to Mondays

We went to Oklahoma this weekend to visit my family, go to a birthday party where my dear husband got to practice his anti-social skills, and get my hair done by the stylist I can't seem to let go of.  It was a good weekend but we discovered Aidan does not travel well in the car after about 7:30.  This obviously is directly related to his desire to be DONE for the day at about 8:00 and there was no consoling the poor kid.  After 2 stops, patting of the head and arms via my contortionist abilities from the front seat he finally gave in and slept the rest of the way.  The return trip was much smoother and we settled in for the night.  Right around midnight is where it got fun and I knew this was going to be the start of a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Aidan marveled us all by starting to sleep through the night at an early age.  I kept thinking to myself that he was such an easy baby and that I was so fortunate to have a child like him.  There was no song and dance to get him to sleep, no middle of the night feedings, and no odd bedtime rituals to speak of.   Then he turned 4 months old and it all began to unravel.  He was still easy during the day for the most part, but nighttime became a different story.  I blamed it on teething, hunger, temperature of the room, and most recently sickness.

Now at 5 months I'm getting frustrated.  I've read of this happening more often than I'd like to admit.  It's apparently a phase that's not uncommon during this point in a baby's development.  But geesh kid!  Last night he blessed me with waking up at midnight and 4:00 in the morning.  I can deal with being roused out of a deep sleep once, but twice is not cool.  Some nights he thinks it's fun to wake up 3 times.  I often wake up at around 5:00 and realize in just 2 short hours I have to get up and it makes me panic.

After our lovely night I awoke with a headache and a bad attitude.  The day was not destined to make me feel better.  Here are some things that annoyed me today in a style reminiscent of Alexander.

• Daniel informed me shortly after I got up that he would take Kate to school but that Aidan was awake upstairs and was "happy as a clam."  It's "happy as a lark."  NO Aidan!   Go back to sleep!  I hate waiting to take a nap.
• A yellow jacket tried to sting me while I was trying to put up some outdoor fall decor.  I hate yellow jackets or really anything that flies.  
• Aidan pooped more than should be humanly possible for a baby his age and it got all over his clothes and my arms.  Poop on any other part of your body then that one part where it's supposed to be is just plain gross.  
• I had nothing to drink with caffeine in it and shear laziness prevented me from doing anything about it until after 3:00.  I hate it when I can't shake a case of the lazies.
• Kate managed to spill almost an entire box of gold fish crackers all over the back seat.  I hate having to clean up food mess.
• I had to clean out the litter boxes and sweep up cat litter.  Yuck more cleaning.
• I have far too many loads of clean clothes all over the place and no desire to do anything about it.  I annoy myself.
• I somehow managed to shoot myself and the entire kitchen with the sprayer from the sink.  I hate having to stop what I'm doing to clean up another mess.
• My husband thinks the Cowboys game should take precedence over Dancing with the Stars and I disagree.  He won.  I don't like to lose.  
• I cooked a dinner that I thought was really good.  He said it needed more garlic.  Grrr.  I don't like husbands that don't know when to keep their mouth shut.

But I did bake some oatmeal cookies tonight since this is according to Daniel, "one of only 16 or 17 times I watch pro football and I only watch college football like 12 times" and I needed something to do.  Cookies make everything better.  Aidan went to bed shortly after 8:00 and I'm hoping for a one time wake-up if not a night with no wake-ups.  I fear I may be hoping for too much.  I guess if all else fails I can always move to Australia.