Last night I fell asleep around 5:30 or 6. I woke up at 8:30.
The babies upstairs were crying a lot last night. I couldn't sleep anyway, but hearing them made me a little edgy. I think they must be sick, though, because they were crying today.
Sometimes little kids get overtired and they get cranky. Sometimes they have these little tantrums full of rage the object of which really isn't anyone's fault.
That was me. I was tired. They were crying. More loudly and again and again. I looked up at the ceiling and said in a whisper that had the passion of a scream, "Shut up! What the *!@% is wrong with you?!"
Does anger about baby crying require such language? Does it require such punctuation? It sure felt like it at the time.
So I got creative. I did allow myself the indulgence of one door slam, but then I sat in the bathroom with the water running doing copy edits. My very own waterfall. Ahhhhh.
And so screaming babies.
Tonight, if I can't sleep, I'm going to make a bed in the bathroom and turn on the water and sleep there. It may not be the most comfortable bed, but it would work for sleeping, and that definitely counts for a lot.
Posted by dotty at November 22, 2005 11:05 PM