Aug 4, 2008

The best years of our life, right?

That's what I was telling myself last night around 4:30 in the morning when every person in our family was wide awake, and it seemed had been for hours, and with no end in sight. And of course, there is no explanation, as is usually the case with these things. All you know is child A wakes up child B, who wakes up child C, who reawakens child A, and the cycle continues until you find yourself slipping into a dark place, fantasizing about sound-proof, padded rooms that lock on the outside. And the hours go by and still no one is sleeping, and by then you are certifiably insane. It's the kind of night that you just have to document, because no matter how much you swear you will never forget it, you will, in fact, forget it. Just like how I'm so tired right now, I can't remember much of anything that happened this week, except one thing: for some reason the one thing I remember from this week is that we ate cooked spaghetti noodles with no sauce for breakfast one morning because we had absolutely no other food in the house. That's a moment worth documenting. The best years of our life, right? Plain noodles for breakfast and family bonding at 4 AM.



So here's a 2 birds solution for you. Next time you are all up at 4am pile all the kids in the minivan and go to a 24 hour grocery store to buy some breakfast stuff.

Nobody in the store will be awake enough to care if your kids are pitching fits.

Neva said...

I'll never forget when my Sam was a baby and he kept me up all night, but I decided to go to church the next morning because it was the "obedient" thing to do. He fell asleep in his carrier and I was so sad that he was finally sleeping and I was in a place where I couldn't that I broke down and started crying on the couch in the foyer. Best years? Maybe we'll think so in twenty years when they're up at night with their own children.

Kacey said...

Thanks for sharing, Donna. I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels this way sometimes :)

Kris said...


I LOVE reading your blog! I only wish we were meeting at Moraga Commons that morning for a good jog and to hear about your crazy night in person. Nate is getting so big, and so cute. Love the picts. of your kids, they are adorable!