I am officially starting this morning over. Ingrid was up until 10pm last night, crying on and off. I was trying to be calm about it, and mostly succeeded. But at 10 when I was just about to doze off in bed, she started crying and I lost it. EVERY SINGLE NIGHT?? Jeez...
So, after no sleep again, I was awoken to a whiny girl trying to open my door. When she came in, she smelled suspiciously like poo, which Daddy mentioned but never changed...When I needed to go to the bathroom she whined. When I needed to get my coffee she whined. Oh, for the love of god, child, leave me alone for two seconds! Let me wake up!!
I got my coffee and then Brendan started rushing around the house looking for something he couldn't find. I swear to god, every single morning he looks for something he needs and makes a mess searching for it. I get up to help him and find it about two seconds later. Why can't he ever find stuff??? And while I was helping find his phone, Ingrid decided to be curious about my cup of coffee that was on the table. I came into the living room to see her looking all concerned and hearing a drip drip drip. She had a diaper on, though, so she wasn't peeing. What WAS that?
MY COFFEE!! Spilling all over the table, the chair, the carpet. Not a big deal usually, but WE ARE OUT OF COFFEE, there is no making more this morning until we get to the store!! No sleep and no coffee? You've got to be kidding me. I lost it a little and yelled and Ingrid cried and then I felt bad. She's curious, what is this magical elixir called coffee that mama and daddy are so fond of? Can't blame her, she's a kid.
So, after yelling and thankfully finding there was one more cup of coffee in the pot, I decided to start the morning over. No more yelling, no more crabiness. I'm going to drink this coffee and be nice mommy while we clean and pack for our trip to Grandma and Grandpa's house in Milwaukee. Nice mommy, nice mommy, nice mommy. Deep breaths.