7 Quick Takes Friday: The Nonsensical Sleep-Deprived Edition!

7 Quick Takes Friday: The Nonsensical Sleep-Deprived Edition! December 3, 2010

Oy. Last night, something terrible happened: two of my children refused to sleep. All night long. And in a novel turn of events, instead of punching the Ogre in the arm until he got up and dealt with said offspring, I got up myself. The baby was sleeping peacefully, the Ogre was sleeping peacefully, and I uncharacteristically decided that perhaps I should forego the siren song of REM sleep to let my poor husband get some rest.

Oh. My. Gosh. I feel like I’m swimming underwater today. This is horrible! Is this what normal mothers feel like, all the time? I mean, I co-sleep so I don’t have to lose a second of sleep, and the Ogre gets up with the older kids so he doesn’t have to deal with me if I’ve lost a second of sleep, so it’s pretty unusual for me to be running on four hours of sleep. I’m actually kind of giddy with the half-drunken feeling of sleep deprivation mingled with the righteous satisfaction of personal sacrifice, but I bet that wears off pretty quickly for moms who do this every night. All I can so to those mothers is this: you are a better woman than I am. But exponentially better. You’re amazing. And I truly hope I never have to walk another mile in your shoes.

So without further ado, here are this week’s quick takes.

For Christmas
the Ever-Teacher is going to buy me a grammar book, because he’s tired of sending me emails making fun of my terrible grammar mistakes every time he reads my blog. So you can all breathe a collective sigh of relief, knowing that the days when I pick a random form of “lay” because I have no idea which one is correct are coming to a close.
The Ogre
has insisted that I come clean. Remember this post? Yesterday the Ogre walked into the bedroom as I was leaning over Liam and crooning, “You’re just the cutest baby in the whole wide world, yes you are!” Oxytocin makes liars of the best of us. (Although since I wasn’t actually breastfeeding at the time I guess I’m just a liar, period.)
I pulled out our nativity set. It’s the only Christmas decoration we’re putting out this year since we’ll be in Texas most of the month, so I let Sienna unwrap and arrange the figurines. At one point I stopped folding laundry to watch her play and was absolutely astounded at the scene that unfolded before me. Thomas the Tank Engine swooped down into the barn and rescued the Virgin Mary from terrible approaching danger, which turned out to be the Ninja Turtles as played by the three wise men and Joseph. I’m pretty sure the villainy of the Ninja Turtles is a direct result of my attempt to explain to Sienna what a vigilante is, and why it’s not really good thing. And after all, Thomas truly is a really useful engine.
On Tuesday
I went to see Harry Potter. Alone. It was just…bliss. Not only was the movie absolutely fantastic, but I was alone! It was great. I’ve gotta say, though, that although several casting choices have irked me through the years, not a single one is as irritating as Fleur Delacour.
Gah. She drove me crazy in the fourth movie, and again in her brief reappearance in this last one. She’s supposed to be a veela, for Pete’s sake! And it’s not that she’s not pretty enough, she’s just the wrong kind of pretty…a veela is supposed to be ethereal, mysterious, glowing, intoxicating. Like a siren. This chick looks like she just stepped off the cover of French Vogue. She’s too angular, too…model-y. Not exactly the same thing. Is anyone else with me on this?
On the other hand, Bill Nighy was an awesome choice. I love Bill Nighy, and while I would never have thought to cast him as Scrimgeour I think it was a great move. Not since I watched Alan Rickman play Colonel Brandon has a casting choice filled me with so much glee.
Speaking of Alan Rickman
wasn’t this week’s episode of Chuck awesome? Yippee-ky-yayy!
Also Yesterday
I made a really important discovery. It turns out that if you add equal parts chocolate chips and holiday mint M&Ms; to standard chocolate chip cookies, the results are outstanding.
No, not really. They’re not outstanding, they pretty much taste like you would imagine they would taste, but I got really excited about it in an effort to convince Sienna that these would be so much better to bring to her class for her birthday thanthe Hello Kitty cake pops I promised her I’d make in July, before I had three children.
She believed me, so today we took cookies to her class. I feel both relieved and guilty.
This Morning
The Ogre and I spent a little while flipping through Calvin and Hobbes comics. I love Calvin and Hobbes. I really hope our kids end up that creative and infuriating. Then I’ll know I’ve done something right.
And now, I’m off to take a nap. Happy first week of winter, and go see Jen for more quick takes.
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