Blahsville

Fridays used to be exciting, the precursor to a relaxing weekend, or the gateway to travelling somewhere fun, or just a night to do whatever and sleep as late the next day as I wanted.

Now, Fridays are more about gearing up for the weekend, making sure that I have enough energy to chase the Emperor for two full days. Sleeping late are those mornings when he doesn't start fussing until 8 AM. The husband and I have an agreement where he gets up on Sunday mornings and I get to sleep in -- after I've gotten the Emperor out of his crib, installed him in his high chair with a cereal bar and some milk in his sippy cup, and started the coffee for the Daddy zombie. I could let the husband do it all, but it would involve much yelling on his part and crying on the Emperor's, so I just do it and go back to bed. (No, I'm not resentful. Much.)

I know I'm a big whiner -- the Emperor is one of the happiest babies around, and his morning crib boogie when he's in a good mood will put a smile on anyone's face. I'm just looking forward to the (probably far in the future) day when I can stay up past 11 PM on Friday without regrets, and when the Emperor can get himself a box of cereal to munch on with his Saturday morning cartoons and let his poor mommy sleep.

It hasn't helped that the Emperor has recently come down with a Mysterious Puking Ailment, where three out of five nights this week (including tonight), he's just finishing dinner and then pukes it all up, which means he's starving early the next morning and extra snotty since the Benedryl either came up with dinner or was skipped due to fear of further Imperial intestinal reprisals.

Blah. Bed is overdue, since I'll probably be up in less than seven hours. Happy Weekend, all.