Some Nights You Just Can't Win
Here's how it all went down last night. First, I played an A-Team 1 game at 7:45. I'd been kinda hesitant about some of these games because in my absence the team got faster and I got slower. So I hardly felt like I had much to offer at times.
But last night, I went into it relaxed. I took my own advice (move your feet, keep moving your feet, give the guy in the corner a little room so you can stop him coming out of it) and what do you know? The shit I say while I'm coaching? It does work.
Bouyed by my relative success, we daringly went out for a late dinner after feeding Val some rice cereal at home first.
I think that's where it all started to go to shit.
Val enjoyed her cereal and enjoyed her badass Japanese rice crackers while we were out. Those things beat honkey baby teething biscuits, hands down. Less mess, easier to dissolve and easier for her to hold.
The best part about Val being able to eat those crackers is that we get to eat, too. She munches happily in a high chair, bangs her sippy cup on the table with glee and grins at us all the while.
While we eat our own meals. With 2 hands.
So I think we got greedy, wanting a pre-baby style late night meal last night. When we got home, Val wasn't all that hungry so we put her to bed, then again, greedily stayed up watching TV while she slept.
And then, 45 minutes after I finally went to sleep, Val woke up STARVING. Because, as we knew, rice crackers and rice cereal aren't all that filling in the long run.
Fine, I feed her, then hand her to Andrea before I fall back to sleep with her on the magic feeding pillow in front of me. And then, not 2 hours later I wake up to hear Pat having a seizure. By the time I get out to the kitchen, he's up and around but in that horrible phase where he doesn't recognize everything. Sometimes, when the seizure is particularly bad, this phase involves him biting things to re-aquaint himself.
Yes, I see that this could be Very Bad Around The Baby. Which is why the baby is never unsupervised around the dogs.
So I sit at the kitchen table, the same table that not 5 hours before was the site of much Rice Cereal Glee, trying not to fall asleep at it. Not because it wasn't comfortable. No, at that point, even the back of a donkey would have been a fine place to sleep.
But I couldn't sleep there, because Patrick was still in that confused, biting stage. So I sat there, talking softly to him until finally, he returned to being himself.
Which ushered in the whining phase of his post-seizure life. I gave up and asked Andrea if she could take over The Sitting With Pat. So she headed out and I tried to sleep.
Except that the minute I fell asleep, the very minute I drifted off, Val woke up, hungry again.
If you add it all up, I think I got about 3 hours of sleep. Not in a row. And not all the baby's fault. Though you could blame it on the rice cereal.