That is exactly what our daughter was screaming about over and over during the middle of the night. I will chalk this up to night terrors because there was absolutely no consoling her.
My other suspicion is that her dad’s recent attempts to make muffins (that we affectionately called hockey pucks since they were a bit hard & burnt) may have been lingering in her subconscious. Note to Jeff: stick to making websites, not baked goods!
After two weeks of illness X the 4 of us, sleep is hard to come by. Prior to Jamie’s outbursts last night, our son who finally went to bed at midnight had already woken up screaming and landed in our bed. This wouldn’t be so bad except he is quite the bed hog and when he wears those sleepers with the rubberized soles (that are meant to prevent slipping), it is not the most pleasant feeling to have them kicked across your back or face throughout the night!
To top it all off, our loveable but dumb as a bag of hammers labrador had a vomiting session. Maybe he has caught what we have or it could just have been the pizza and cheesecake he scored off the countertop … do you think?
My husband’s colleagues have commented about his red blood shot eyes and considering I have been dragging myself out of bed and working in my housecoat with a stash of kleenexes near by, I am not sure how he manages to get up, shower and look presentable for a long day at work. Maybe because I was on night patrol last night and he did his best to try to sleep through.
Here’s hoping for a smoother night tonight and more than 2-3 hours of consecutive sleep.
Zombie-like Sue
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