Long day....

I was stricken with insomnia this morning. At 3:00 am. Yeah. Lovely, no? I was on a streak, too. See what happens when you get cocky? Hormones kick your ass awake.

So, I got up, peed. Drank a glass of milk. Cause I had the heartburn, and I was STARVING. So, that helped on both fronts. I checked my blogs, I went on Ravelry. I did a tiny bit of digi-scrapping, I knit. I went back to bed around 6:30.... which was when Jeff was going to work. Travis was all cuddly and warm, and we snuggled until nearly 10:00am.

We got up, I showered, he watched a bit of TV. The damn Doodlebops were on Playhouse Disney, they kept him busy so I could shower, and take care of some serious.... eh hem, landscaping issues while I was in the shower.

All was well and good, until the effing Doodlebops were OVER and Travis was absolutely was devastated that he couldn't re-watch it. He was watching tv in our room, which is Tivo-less. Plus, I HATE that freaking show! So, we don't Tivo it, anyway. The child threw the biggest effing tantrum because of some stupid-ass gay clowns.

Yeah. Then he wanted to go to Starbucks, but not get dressed to actually LEAVE the house.

So, he eats breakfast, at nearly 11:30, and then we FINALLY leave the house about an hour later. We hit Starbucks. He wants a cookie. Okay. Here ya go. Gaudy leaf decorated with bright-ass-fake-colored icing cookie. He loves it. We go to leave, and he wants me to carry his ass across the parking lot to the bookstore. I am talking ACROSS the parking lot. THE ENTIRE THING! I was like. No, you are pushing 45 pounds, and I am 4 1/2 months pregnant. We are driving to the bookstore! Freakout #2 ensues.

Then we go to the bookstore. He's fine throughout, because I read him several hundred stories. He craps his pants, and flips out because I have to change him on the changing table in the bathroom. I talk him down from that meltdown.... we go back to reading. Everything is fine. Until....I take a kid's book with us around the corner to the knitting section, then he loses his marbles. He screams, yells, kicks, because I won't let him go back to the kid section unsupervised. We leave. Immediately. He freaks out because he wanted the book. Guess which one it was? The effing Doodlebops.

Shit.

I cannot win,I tell you.

How to be a Domestic Sleep-Deprived Goddess...

I was hit with early morning insomnia. Meaning, I woke up thereabouts 4:00am to pee. Then.... no sleep. Even though I lay in bed for nearly an hour. So, I threw on a robe, and came out to the living room. I knit a bit, and then surfed a little on the 'net.

Then, decided, well I've got 4 perfectly good blackened organic bananas on the counter.
So, I did the only logical thing. And right now I have a loaf of Nigella's Banana Bread tucked into the oven, baking away. (Sans raisins or nuts, only 'cause we didn't have any)

Um, yes, as a matter of fact it is only 6:30 AM!

When life hands you bananas, you make banana bread.

Who are you, and what have you done with my child?!

We're fine! The barfing was limited to twice on Sunday... and didn't make a reappearance. Flukey, weird? Yes. Thanks for the well-wishes. :)

But, seriously? The was he's been behaving for the last few days... it makes me want to RUN AWAY FROM HOME!!! Or, at least (kinda) wish he was a little sick so he'd CALM THE EFF DOWN! To call him demanding... well that would be like calling Napoleon short. Really. I can't so much as LOOK toward the keyboard. And heaven forbid, I actually try to type anything. He's right here... pulling at my hands, whining, pushing, scratching.

I put him in his room twice yesterday and closed the door. The first time for 1 minute, and the second for 3, except he kept opening the door and coming out, so maybe that last one was only 2 minutes, tops. I had to. He was screaming, clawing at me... throwing a tantrum of EPIC PROPORTIONS. And if I didn't put him there... well... I was going to go to a VERY BAD PLACE. Like Vegas.


He FREAKED OUT the whole time I made dinner last night. No show, or toy or project would hold his attention. He just stuck his legs through the baby gate blocking off the living room from the kitchen and made this ambulance-sounding screaming the ENTIRE TIME.

And we FINALLY got to watch most of 24 last night... so we went to bed at 12:30. Travis had been asleep on the couch for awhile. We changed him, went to bed, as usual. Then we went to sleep. I was awakened no less that 5 times between 12:30 and 2:30. He was whining, kicking me... demanding to nurse. Then I would nurse him. He'd latch on... nurse for a few minutes. Pick at all my moles. *shudder* And he'd unlatch, and roll away. I'd get resettled. Only to have this whole cycle start over not 15 minutes later. So... yeah. between 2:30 and 5:00am.... I couldn't get back to sleep. I tried the nature sounds, meditation Podcasts on my iPod. I tried breathing, relaxing. Nothing worked.

So, yes. I was a very tired mommy today. But, I took a nap with Travis this afternoon. Hopefully he's good tonight... hubby and I want to go out to dinner. I am playing out the scary scenario in my head. Relaxing? HA! I am having a cocktail, diet or no diet.

I don't know what to do. His behavior... well, it's 2 year old stuff. I know that. But he doesn't pull this crap with Jeff. Just me. The screaming, freaking out tantrums.... they're a multiple times a day occurrence.

SO, I want to figure out how to cope with his craziness... and I really want him out of our bed soon. And, I want my boob back. Bitch. Whine. Moan.

Thoughts?