Sleep.... Really?

Normally, I consider myself one of those lucky Mom's who has an easy going schedule. I'm a stay at home mom and I'm a writer. I've written three novels (currently unpublished). But this past week every thing I was used to was thrown out the window. As I've mentioned in an earlier post, my younger sister gave birth to her first baby.

Before Kurtis decided to grace us with his arrival, my sister decided to move. She was in the middle of packing with the help of our older sister. Our older sister decided to spend what time she could at my little sister's to ensure everything was packed and moved before the new bundle of joy came. On Monday, I went to spend the week at my sister's to take her place in moving while she was in the hospital. My older sister has two kids of her own. Therefore, I decided I would watch my nieces for her while she was at work.

I'm used to one child. Not three. Tuesday was a wake up call. I got little sleep on Monday night due to the kids and the packing. The two older girls (mine and my oldest niece) put me through the ringer. They fought over everything. Hitting and name calling was next. I was yelling like crazy trying to get them to get along. I even tried making it seem like it'd be fun. Both looked at me like I was nuts.

The entire time, my youngest niece of 9 months seemed to be the easiest. She wanted held a few times in the day but mainly she wanted to play with her toys. Every nap she tried to take was ended because of the older girls. The entire week went like this.

Thursday night I came home with no kids. My sister took hers home and my mom decided to take mine. My daughter starts school on Monday. Therefore, my mom decided that this would be perfect for her to spend the last weekend with my daughter. (My daughter, Emma and my mom are rather close)

At 3AM on Friday morning, my younger sister calls me crying. She needed help while she was in the hospital. The baby was in a special bed with lights for jaundice and she couldn't hold him. He's definitely a cuddle baby so all he did was cry. I got sick from the lack of sleep but Friday night I went to the hospital to help her. I hardly slept Friday into Saturday.

Here it is Sunday afternoon and I'm still trying to catch up on my sleep. I go up to my bed and try to lay down to take a nap before my daughter comes home.... and this is what I had to fight with...... my cat lying on my pillow and not sharing. Every time I moved him to the bottom of the bed... he came back... So I gave up.

Maybe I can try again tonight....