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09/01/2005 Archived Entry: "The difference of night and day"

Last night was one of those not-so-good nights. One hour after I fell asleep I was awakened by the uncontrollable need to cough. I tried coughing into the pillow so as to not wake the babe, but I had to get it out so I hopped out of bed and made it into the dining room before desperately trying to expel whatever dust particle was determined to torture me. I of course also needed a little diet coke to soothe my ragged throat before going back to sleep.
One hour later, I'm up with the baby. She simply needed to be fed for a minute and then dropped back into bed. For some reason, she awoke a mere half hour later talking and laughing. She's has taken up laughing in her sleep, but this talking was more of the "I'm awake and want to play" variety. I was dead tired and basically ignored her and didn't here another peep so I guess she didn't really want to play.
Half an hour later, seriously, I hear the oldest calling. I go to her and she's slightly agitated and was glad I wasn't asleep. Of course, I was asleep, but she didn't need to know that. She had a bad thought but didn't feel like talking it out. So, being the good mom that I am, I promised I would stay awake until she went back to sleep. I played spider for twenty minutes just to be very sure she was asleep.
I got another hour in and Daisy woke up and I pleaded mercy and told Chris the baby was his even though I had planned to take care of her all night because he was up with her for an hour and a half the night before. I have no idea how long he was up with her but I do know that for the next 3 hours she occasionally cried and/or talked out in her sleep meaning I never slept for more than an hour straight all night.
Boy did I need that Diet Coke more than usual this morning.

Now, on the good stuff. The day itself has been fabulous. It's been one of those days where I pat myself on the back for being such a great mom. The morning went seamless, Chris and I both got up at 7 with Daisy (that's the daily goal, it's just not always met), I had breakfast, read email, did face, hair, teeth, make-up and clothes, made the bed and finished loading the dishwasher and ran it. Chris left at 8:20 (he somehow manages to get completely ready while holding Daisy, I don't know how the heck he does it), I put breakfast on the table for Tabitha, dressed and fed Daisy, took care of something in Tabitha's room, played with the baby for awhile, then Tabitha did her morning business with nary a whimper and I did her hair and got the French braid right the first try. The girls played together while I vacuumed the house then Tabitha pulled out her lesson materials while I put Daisy down for a nap. The baby stayed asleep long enough for us to get completely through lessons and eat our lunch even though the trash truck went by three times. Tabitha asked to play computer games, I told her to clean the playroom first and she did, again, with nary a whimper.
It's now noon and the rest of the day doesn't matter. It can't get bad as far as I'm concerned because the morning was perfect, just how I want it to be every morning. My mornings really shape the rest of the day for me and a bad one will just hang on and color my view of everything else.
Not to mention, even if I have one hell of a bad afternoon, Chris will be home at a reasonable time which does wonders for my mood.

Today is the kind of day where I say "life is good."