Sleep Clive, Sleep
Clive is not sleeping. He dozed for 35 minutes and has been stubbornly refusing to go back to sleep ever since. This sucks for a number of reasons:
1) Clive, while much improved from infancy, is not the happiest of campers even when he's had sleep. I call him my grumpy old man in a baby body. Without sleep, well he's a monster.
2) The above would not be such a huge issue if we both weren't sick. I threw the water restrictions out the window today and used up all the hot water in a vain attempt to unclog my nose and head.
3) Nor would number one be so awful if I could stay home all day. Alas, I have 2 hours of parent teacher interviews this afternoon and work tonight. And peak hour traffic to get through from the interviews to home in order to make dinner and bathe children before I head off to my paid employment.
Sleep my boy, sleep.
7 Witty Remarks:
I've got one word for you:
Phenergen :-P
That stuff would knock a horse out!
Or even knock out a horse, if you want correct grammar. Oish!
Grumpy old men like whiskey don't they? :)
If his head is as hard as his fathers, a softball bat also works wonders. Sleep Clive or Grandma will come over and sing you a lullabye.
OY!!! Don't let grandma sing you a lullaby. You'll be moved copious tears.
I do love grandma, though.
Sorry to hear Clive isn't sleeping. Maybe a little rye in his bottle? On his gums?
Jack Daniels is a wonderful friend.
Scream: "ENOUGH ALREADY". Then delegate and demand that the older two pitch in and help. You gotta kick ass, kid.
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