Running On Empty

Initially I thought I would have difficulty generating content for my blog on a regular basis. I have found that content is not the problem; For me, time is the problem. Actually time, and a lack of sleep.

With three children under the age of 5, life is somewhat busy... and tiring. The funny thing is that people keep asking me, "Is it hard having three kids?" and I say no, not really. I am starting to think my sense of reason must be impaired from sleep deprivation or something.

Lately our baby has decided she loves being with us so much that she just has to see us more, so she has figured out a way to make that happen - stop sleeping so much. But it isn't just her. She and her brothers (and the cat) have already begun forming a strong alliance against me (against us). On those nights when Riley can't keep her eyes open any longer, Ian will step up to the plate and disrupt my precious sleep... or Lucas will step up... or that wonderful cat of ours.

The cat - Nala - will only drink water from a running faucet... or our glasses of water. When Nala gets thirsty in the middle of the night, she will begin meowing the most annoying of meows until someone turns the water on. Or she will circle our bodies like a vulture circles its prey.

The boys - now they know that sleep is very important (for them, and for me) and they are supposed to stay in bed until 6:00am. They have a digital clock in their room and know what the first number needs to be, before they can get up. You would think this would be easy then right? Wrong. They are learning already to study the rules so they can find the loopholes. They have just about given up on coming in to ask me at 5:20am if it is time to get up. That is not to say they have given up on waking me at 5:20am - they just go about it in different ways. Their latest strategy is to come in and wake me up. Here is a sample of the exchange:

Boys: Daddy
Daddy: (Interrupting) Back to bed, it is not time to get up
Boys: No, daddy you aren't listening. I'm just asking how much longer until breakfast.

I am staring to think their conspiracy is much more advanced then I have been led to believe. Those sweet little cherubs. Hmmm... I wonder if Lucas really did fall out of bed the other night. He was sitting on the floor, but he wasn't crying at all. And I do remember seeing a stack of books on the floor.

Well, since I can't take nap right now, I am just going to feel loved that my kids want to see me every waking moment.


(Disclaimer: The statements within today's blog are the opinions of the blogger and do not necessarily reflect the views of the entire Jackson household.).