I know the pictures of us touring Brussels look like so much fun. And we are having a great time. But, let’s not romanticize what traveling with three kids can look like. I won’t go into the detail of the fighting and bribing to get two of the three kids to eat, at two of yesterday’s three meals (we fixed the usual fare for breakfast, in our apartment). But, I will give you a brief overview of what the night looked like.
We were going to have an early night.
That was the plan. But, plans don’t always happen.
After blowing (Ruining. Forever.) our Bluetooth speaker (our only provision for the music required for family dance-offs), Dreamboat figured out how to accommodate charging 3 devices through an assortment of converters, power strips, and adapters. One of the devices was my phone.
Dreamboat and I finally turned the light out just after midnight. I swear I had turned my phone off. Repeatedly. But, as it was one of the lucky electronics to be charging, when someone called at 2:30 AM, it rang. And rang. And rang. I finally unplugged it to get it to power off. Even though it was arguably my fault, for the sake of preserving friendship, I’m not going to find out who called.
The call started a chain reaction.
First Peanut woke from what he thought was an afternoon nap. After 30 minutes of listening to him (and potentially cursing his being awake. Potentially), I got up and gave him a Melatonin. Yep. Drugged the Peanut. Shouldn’t have wasted my time. When I went back to bed he yelled loud enough to be heard back in Seattle. Woke the other two kids.
Here’s where the night took a decided downturn.
I brought Peanut to bed with us.
Now, I’m not a family-bed-kind-of-person. No judgment here for those who are. (I believe that whatever works for your family and gets your kids reared with the least parental-suffering, and I suppose, least child-suffering too, is a good way to go.) For me, that means no co-sleeping. Co-sleeping means I suffer. And we all know, “when mama’s not happy, ain’t nobody happy.”
I need my sleep. Dreamboat and kids will agree, I need my sleep. In fact, I can totally see the appeal of Carol-Burnett-style-separate-beds. Just saying. (And, obviously I am seriously sleep-deprived or I wouldn’t ever say that. Ever.)
So, bringing Peanut to bed, which was a selfless gesture on my part to allow the older kids to sleep, had the usual disastrous effects on me. Even though I got more cuddles and kisses and slobbering and kicking and face-patting and hair playing (pulling) and eye poking and hand-holding than a girl could wish for.
Peanut thought he was in Heaven.
I thought I was in Hades.
Dreamboat slept through it. All.
At 5:20 am, Peanut fell asleep. I immediately carried him back to his pop-up-crib and returned to bed. Where I eventually fell back asleep.
At 7:00 am, construction started on the building across the street. Let’s just say my thoughts weren’t charitable and my earplugs, which I wear every night, can’t stand up to hammering on metal. With a metal hammer. At 7:00 am. After having been asleep for only 1.5 hours.
At 7:30 am, Miss O came in to show me a bite on her finger. A bite, on her finger? From a bug. That’s why she thought it was ok to wake me? Really? I refrained from giving her a bite to complain about. But I thought about it.
I sent her away without acting on my thoughts. I thought I was even pleasantish. (Miss O may have a different opinion.) But, I bet she won’t wake me to show me a bug-bite tomorrow morning. Although, she might wake me for a hangnail.
At 8:00 am, G woke up. And came to tell me was awake. Wasn’t that thoughtful of him?
I gave up. Got up. Made some coffee.
I have to say, Douwe Egberts makes some delicious coffee. And, when paired with heavy whipping cream, it makes me happy. And, drinking several 10-ounce ‘cups’, from a European-styled bowl, makes me really happy. And helps to make-up for the lack of sleep.
So, I’ve now been up three hours, and Peanut is still sweetly sleeping.
And I’ve had lots of coffee.
I’m equal parts admiring and envious. But, I’m letting him sleep. How can I begrudge him the rest he needs, that also gives me the quiet I need to write? And to enjoy yet another large bowl of heavy-cream filled coffee?
Once Peanut wakes, we’re off to explore the Atomium and other Brussels monuments, and free-museum Wednesdays.
And I’ve already warned the family that I may not be at my most-sweetest today. Let’s just hope there’s no discussion over trying new foods today.
They’ve been warned.