Thursday, October 19, 2006

Stop the insanity!



I've been working hard to remind myself lately that I am not going crazy.

Last night, however, it was a challenge.

At 2:18 a.m. the two-year-old started crying. I stumbled into the girls' bedroom, where she and her five-year-old sister were sharing the twin bed (they decided that was more comfy than sharing the crib).

"I'm cold."

I pulled the covers over her, and in the process, woke up the five-year-old. Rats!

Now she was crying. Oh, boy.

I'd been hoping to stay half-asleep, wrapped in my middle-of-the-night mental fog all the way back to my own warm bed. But no.

"My toe is itchy!" She was obviously out of it, but when you're itchy, do you need to be fully awake?

Your toe? You have got to be kidding me.

"Let Mommy help you," I offered, trying to locate her feet under the covers. I started scratching.

"No! It's not that. My toenail is itchy!"

Now I was more than fully awake. How do you wake up at 2:18 a.m. and have itchy toenails?

Several minutes passed as I tried to locate the offending itch. I was not succeeding. Now she was fully awake. Panic was setting in. I mentally calculated how many hours until the alarm went off. What do I have going today - could I squeeze in a nap? This can't be good.

"My toenail!" she wailed.

I was thinking of Job's friends. Didn't they offer to scrape his itches with a broken pot?

My mind was heading there: I. am. losing. my...

But I was proud of myself. I stopped. I walked purposefully to the bathroom to get the broken pot Solarcaine, and sprayed the itchy toenail. A little more scratching, and she was calm enough for me to stumble back to bed.

No, I am not losing my mind. I have the mind of Christ, remember?

Well, it didn't feel like it, but even in the complete and total weirdness of the situation (come on, itchy toenails? Where does she come up with this stuff?), I had to admit it was true. It was even kind of funny. And it helped me get another four hours' sleep. What's not to like about that?

Woo hoo! I let truth get the last word in the middle of the night!

It's a start.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

That's beautiful...

Susanne said...

You amaze me that you can remember your lesson in a dazed state in the middle of the night! Next time that happens to me, I'm calling you to come over! :v)

Joy said...

Good for you! You encourage me that it is possible to do better...

Beck said...

I find it SO HARD to be a good mom in the middle of the night! My kids always call their dad, not Crabby Nighttime Mommy, and their father is endlessly patient, God bless him.

Ivey Elizabeth Sirmans said...

You are amazing! You always have a sweet little twist to what ever is going on in your busy crazy life!

Rachel said...

My sister finally gave her two daughters a double bed. Even now at age 15 and 8 they still sleep in a double bed together. They miss each other when one of them is gone. My sis is at www.lilies-of-the-field.blogspot.com

lrlwreath said...

You get the mommy award for the day, being coherent during an incoherent time of day =)) LOL

JenMom said...

I posted today about my 2 am activities with a 2 year old too. Mine was over a fear of mud! Nice, huh?

Stacey said...

I hate when I get itchy toenails : )

Glad you were able to get back to sleep for a bit longer!!