I like to think that I am a rather normal person with an abnormal schedule. I am not like those who work nights and make their day time their sleep time because with a 9 month old baby that is impossible. I probably would get less sleep without the assistance of my 
wonderful boyfriend and my oldest son. As it works I get to take a nap if the baby allows in the morning when I get home. I would say if lucky that would be 7am or later. Then of course he doesn't sleep for very long. On blissfully wonderful days like Saturday, I wake up Xander and have him watch his brother while I lay on the couch and pretend that I am sleeping while he deals with his brother. Not to say Bubba does not allow me my sleep, Bubba being the nickname Xander has chosen for Barrett to refer to him as. Bubba does everything in his power to distract Barrett so that momma can lay on the couch and drift, if not peacefully into slumber. This morning after a lot of horse play Bubba and Bear rocked together on the recliner and we all got almost 2 hours of sleep! YAY! After 12 hours of work this does not make for the most well rested of mommies but I was doing ok until we found the little Bear was deciding today was the day to be a pain in more than just a nether region! He thinks pulling hair and biting are the next thing to sliced bread and attacks both myself and my eldest son with dedication and joy you don't normally see in a child so young. Telling him no and that it hurts seems only to illicit a smile that can only be described as evil and more biting and hair pulling. By 1pm there was a full on temper tantrum in full swing by said baby because momma had had enough and was not going to pick him up to yet again be bitten and/or have my hair pulled. This woke up Daddy. Who swoops in like a angel from heaven and picks up the poor mistreated world-has-come-to-an-end-momma-loves-me-no-more Bear and instructs mom to go to bed. I have to admit I wanted to cry. Bear has now become the best behaved baby in the world with nothing but smiles and love for daddy and I swear evil looks out of the corner of his eye for momma. So, with near tears in my eyes I took my tired butt to bed! Some might wonder why is it that I stay awake with the baby (when Bubba is not there to help) while my significant other sleeps...well simple explaination is, he is a Deputy. His sleep is a bit more important than mine seeing as how he has to operate a vehicle during his 12 hour shift, and also has leathal and non-leathal weapons on his person for his job. He deserves more sleep. I feel bad about him waking up to a howling baby, only to come rescue me and send me to bed, but honestly there was no where for me to go at that point. So, I got a couple more hours of sleep, then up again to get ready for work. My wonderful boyfriend had Barrett all ready to go, bathed, lotioned, dressed in jammies and 
ready to latch on for a marathon lactation session before mommy could even get out of bed. I come out to the living room after detatching my boob leech (who was very satisfied from the burp I recieved after he sat up) to find a sleeping 11yo on the couch. He looked so innocent, and almost child like laying there. I had a tinge of guilt come over me thinking he had a rough day helping me watch Barrett while I tried to nap, then I realize I didn't wake him up until an hour later than he gets up for school. He got to watch Movies all day and didn't have to do ANY chores while helping me. This kid has it MADE! So whether it is lack of sleep, melencholy brought on by the Holidays, or just missing living back in North Dakota, I have been in a bit of a funk tonight and fighting some pretty serious emotional mood swings. Through it all Kevin has been supportive and loving. He really is a wonderful man. No matter how much I miss things, no matter how much I would like to go visit and see the people from my past, I am very sure I would not trade what I have with him and my boys for anything. Did I mention I wish I had a dog? Well, maybe that is a story for another day....
wonderful boyfriend and my oldest son. As it works I get to take a nap if the baby allows in the morning when I get home. I would say if lucky that would be 7am or later. Then of course he doesn't sleep for very long. On blissfully wonderful days like Saturday, I wake up Xander and have him watch his brother while I lay on the couch and pretend that I am sleeping while he deals with his brother. Not to say Bubba does not allow me my sleep, Bubba being the nickname Xander has chosen for Barrett to refer to him as. Bubba does everything in his power to distract Barrett so that momma can lay on the couch and drift, if not peacefully into slumber. This morning after a lot of horse play Bubba and Bear rocked together on the recliner and we all got almost 2 hours of sleep! YAY! After 12 hours of work this does not make for the most well rested of mommies but I was doing ok until we found the little Bear was deciding today was the day to be a pain in more than just a nether region! He thinks pulling hair and biting are the next thing to sliced bread and attacks both myself and my eldest son with dedication and joy you don't normally see in a child so young. Telling him no and that it hurts seems only to illicit a smile that can only be described as evil and more biting and hair pulling. By 1pm there was a full on temper tantrum in full swing by said baby because momma had had enough and was not going to pick him up to yet again be bitten and/or have my hair pulled. This woke up Daddy. Who swoops in like a angel from heaven and picks up the poor mistreated world-has-come-to-an-end-momma-loves-me-no-more Bear and instructs mom to go to bed. I have to admit I wanted to cry. Bear has now become the best behaved baby in the world with nothing but smiles and love for daddy and I swear evil looks out of the corner of his eye for momma. So, with near tears in my eyes I took my tired butt to bed! Some might wonder why is it that I stay awake with the baby (when Bubba is not there to help) while my significant other sleeps...well simple explaination is, he is a Deputy. His sleep is a bit more important than mine seeing as how he has to operate a vehicle during his 12 hour shift, and also has leathal and non-leathal weapons on his person for his job. He deserves more sleep. I feel bad about him waking up to a howling baby, only to come rescue me and send me to bed, but honestly there was no where for me to go at that point. So, I got a couple more hours of sleep, then up again to get ready for work. My wonderful boyfriend had Barrett all ready to go, bathed, lotioned, dressed in jammies and 
ready to latch on for a marathon lactation session before mommy could even get out of bed. I come out to the living room after detatching my boob leech (who was very satisfied from the burp I recieved after he sat up) to find a sleeping 11yo on the couch. He looked so innocent, and almost child like laying there. I had a tinge of guilt come over me thinking he had a rough day helping me watch Barrett while I tried to nap, then I realize I didn't wake him up until an hour later than he gets up for school. He got to watch Movies all day and didn't have to do ANY chores while helping me. This kid has it MADE! So whether it is lack of sleep, melencholy brought on by the Holidays, or just missing living back in North Dakota, I have been in a bit of a funk tonight and fighting some pretty serious emotional mood swings. Through it all Kevin has been supportive and loving. He really is a wonderful man. No matter how much I miss things, no matter how much I would like to go visit and see the people from my past, I am very sure I would not trade what I have with him and my boys for anything. Did I mention I wish I had a dog? Well, maybe that is a story for another day....
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