Monday, February 08, 2010

Monday Blues

Oh man, we have had a morning.

Jack and I are pretty laid back and flexible in how we spend our days. But some things are non-negotiable. Like nap time. Nap time is SACRED. He needs the rest and I need the break, and frankly, I'm not sure which one us needs it more. But today? Today, HE WOULD NOT NAP. Normally, he goes down two hours after he gets up for the day. When we hit Hour Four of anti-sleep, I tearfully called Alex in an effort to keep from losing my mind. And this was AFTER I tearfully begged the baby to sleep because I was getting frustrated. (He just looked at me and was all, "Da?") And wouldn't you know it? Jack fell asleep MINUTES after I called Alex. I think babies just KNOW when you're ready to toss them out the window. (We're on the ground floor, so it wouldn't hurt. Much.)

I've been feeling a little blah lately. I think it's just the normal coming down experience from all the excitement of moving and settling in. We're adjusting to our new life and not much is happening right now. So having tough morning that included a lot of whining and crying and not-sleeping was a little much. Not to mention it's Monday. Who has the emotional fortitude to deal with a fussy baby on a Monday morning?


In happier news, THE SAINTS WON THE SUPER BOWL. Y'all, I never, ever, ever in a million trillion years would have thought that would happen. I have been a Saints fan my entire life. They were the one and only professional team in Louisiana when I was a kid and everyone, EVERYONE cheered for the Saints. Even my grandmother would watch their games. And trust me, she is not a big football fan. But they were our team, even when they were flat out TERRIBLE. And they were always terrible, you know? Always! So for them to even make it to the playoffs was a big deal. But to go the whole way? Win the big game? It's AMAZING. I'm so proud of them. I'm so proud of New Orleans. I love that wacked out city with all of it's strange traditions. It's always felt like home to me. I love the architecture, the atmosphere, the accents. All of it. And now they have a championship winning football team. It's a dream come true. (Plus, Drew Brees' son is ADORABLE. Check out the last picture of this story. It doesn't get much cuter than that, y'all.)


I debated about linking to this, so I am providing a disclaimer. If you would like to cry, and I'm talking ugly cry territory, then click here. I sobbed and sobbed when I read it...which, now that I think about it, probably wasn't the best idea for this morning. But! It's happy too. (A word of warning, it automatically plays music, so if you're at work, turn your speakers off.) And it WILL make you cry, so be prepared for some mascara running, ladies.


philly said...

Yup... I cried

Jodi said...

Ohh the no-nap-baby-days. I remember those all too well. The feeling of OMG! I need a break but how do I get this kid to sleep!?

Hang in there. It does get better. I promise. My kids are now 14, 12, 11, 10, and 7 and not one of them got thrown out a window. :D

Christy said...

I also cried. Thanks for that. :)