6:45 am...
I never knew that children as young as my little one (2) could have nightmares. We started experiencing these about 3 months ago. Let me tell you... there are few things more terrifying than waking up at 2:30 in the morning to your child letting out blood-curdling screams. They don't happen often, maybe twice a month, but I don't think I'll ever get used to it. K was up with him last night, but our house is so small that it's impossible to go back to sleep until everything and everyone in the house is calm again. Last night's wasn't too bad - we've certainly had worse - the screaming/crying only lasted about 30 minutes (we've had it go on for more than an hour before), and he was back to sleep in another 45 minutes or so after that. At that point, I probably should've just stayed up, cruise the internet, watch some tv, get into work a little early. But I didn't. I made the mistake of trying to catch another hour and a half of sleep. Now, even after a large diet Coke from McD's on the way into work, and a cup of coffee at work, I can hardly keep my eyes open. This is going to be a long, long day.


Later that same day...................

The caffeine, thank heavens, finally kicked in about 11:30 and I've been cruising along ever since. Of course, while telling someone about our experiences last night, the lady that sits in the cubicle behind me had to pipe up with "What do you let him watch that would give him nightmares like that?????" Since the only channels we watch while he's awake, when we have the tv on, are the Disney channel and the Food Network, I was understandably offended by this remark. I quickly responded to her (sarcastically, of course) " Well Friday the 13th part 107 was on last night... you don't think that was okay for him to watch?" She gave me a puzzled 'deer in the headlights' look and went back to work. God help me... keep me safe from the idiots, for there sake, not mine. I know many of you have not met me personally, but do I come across as the kind of person that would knowingly let their child watch bad things? Maybe it's because I'm stunned so often by people's stupidity that I'm rendered speechless, and end up giving a look that says 'You're kidding me, right?' They must misinterpret this and think I have a low IQ.

But the work week is over, and the weekend is upon us, hip-hip-hooray. I've checked the new Patricia Cornwell out of the library (since I didn't receive it for Christmas... not that I'm holding a grudge about that...) and K has promised me a Saturday morning of solitude to do with what I please. I don't think I can convey in words how giddy I am about this. Hopefully your weekends will be just as good...