So…yesterday I overslept. It was so weird. I had my alarm set and when I woke up I saw that it was still correctly set — so I’m not sure what happened there. I really don’t think I turned it off and went back to sleep only because my phone is new and I have to think about how to turn it off still. I also have trouble answering it, figuring out when someone has texted me, and getting the battery to live longer than an hour. My new phone and I are not friends.
Point being — I woke up later than I was supposed to.
Our schedule is such that I’m supposed to wake up at 4 a.m. — or before if Tom wakes up on his own — to feed him. Then I put him back to sleep and get ready and leave the house by 5 a.m. And you know with a whole 15 minutes to get ready that I’ve been looking pretty sharp at work this week. (That sentence is an example of sarcasm.)
So by some miracle of miracles, I woke up at 4:40 a.m. even without my alarm or Tom. I didn’t have time to wake Tom and feed him though, so I left Kevin a note on the door to Tom’s room telling Kevin that when Tom woke up, he’d be hungry. And then I went to work.
I had the most difficult time at work yesterday. I had missed seeing my little boy before I had to leave! Well, I saw him but he didn’t see me and I felt horrible. When I left work that afternoon to go pick Tom up, he rewarded me with lots of big smiles and reassured me that there were no hard feelings. (Whew!)
I asked Kevin how it’d gone that morning, since Kevin had to pick up my slack.
Me: “When did Tom wake up this morning?”
Kevin: “Around 5”
Me: “Did you feed him when he woke up?”
Kevin: “No. He was really crying, though, and I couldn’t figure out what his problem was. I gave him a pacifier and he was okay until around 6 and then I just figured that for some reason he was starving. So then I fed him.”
Me: “You didn’t see my note?”
Kevin: “No. Not until around 7. I didn’t have my glasses on.”
So…not only did I not feed my baby, but Kevin didn’t either! Poor Tom. One parent doesn’t understand how alarms work and one parent is blind. He’s totally screwed.
Last night I set two alarms since I wasn’t sure what the problem had been the night before and I didn’t want to miss out again (or starve him.) I was really prepared and I double-checked both alarms several times.
So of course, Tom woke up on his own at 1:45.
1:45 is the earliest he’s ever woken up. Totally weird. It’s usually around 3 if he does it on his own. I assumed that I’d go in there and be able to calm him and he’d go back to sleep.
Tom was wide awake. I walked in there and he started smiling, laughing and cooing at me. He was very excited that he had outsmarted me. I can’t be certain, but I’m pretty sure his cooing translated into, “Hey Mommy! Good morning! You know what happened yesterday? I don’t want that to happen again. So I’m making sure I see you and that you feed me. I love you Mommy!”
So I fed him. And he smiled the whole time. Wide. Awake. Took me about 30 minutes after I fed him to get him back to sleep because he was talking so much. The whole thing was hilariously cute to me. (Delirious I’m assuming.) I let him sleep in his swing in the living room and I slept on the couch.
My neck hurts now so…he wins.