It Was the Best of Times, It Was

The non-sleeping part of last night was amazing.  After Friday's nap refusal (I mean that pretty literally...he slept like 30 minutes all day), Tiny Boy napped like a champ yesterday and fell asleep easily for the night at 7:00 pm.  I had an hour alone with LG, and then two and a half on my own, mostly reading (finished The Marriage Plot, read 168 Hours: You Have More Time Than You Think, scanned a professional publication).  Let it be said that I did not spend any time on work related matters, though I actually have two deadlines on Monday.

Tiny Boy woke to feed around midnight.  At which point all I could hear was my undergrad neighbors.  By 1:00 am, I called the non-emergency police line to deal with them.  It's freaking January  February and they're outside partying?!  (Stupid me, perhaps they were making a snowman while they drank beer and got stoned.)  Then it was 2:00 am and I was still awake and Tiny Boy needed to eat.  And then it was 3:00 and I woke from a nightmare.  And then it was 4:00 and Tiny Boy needed to eat.  And then it was 5:30 and Tiny Boy needed a diaper and milk and a mommy rocking session.  And by 6:15 I gave up thinking he was going back to sleep.

But I think now if I go get some juice and "milk him" (as LG and I like to say) it might actually be time for his first nap.  At 7:00 am.

I think maybe I should have done my work last night.  Because I certainly don't want to stay up late doing it today.  Ugh.