What Happened to Sleep?

Man, I remember being little and wanting to stay up all night. Little did I know what a biatch pay back would be!!!! Is this one of life's ironies I'm supposed to learn?! My booty is dragging so far down, I'm picking up dog hair and sand from the patio on it........Oh, I wanted to be the grown up so bad and stay up, but this is ridiculous.

I'm a lucky mother of two, of whom, BOTH children have been difficult sleepers. I literally could not put my daughter down her first 6 months of life. She didn't sleep 5 hours straight until she was 9 months old, yep 9 months old. I was miserable and somehow my husband has yet to spend the night and be the sole caretaker of the children. No, I don't count being in the hospital having my son and husband spending one night with our daughter..... So this is what it REALLY means to be the adult?! Whoah! My son is of course different, but I couldn't put him down to sleep for the first 4 months. He also spent most nights cradled in my arms. Perhaps part of it was guilt of being a Mom who works full time.....I did grow to cherish those nights with my daughter as I could share the bed with her, instead of a chain saw, who needs to be nudged continuously through the night to roll on his side, so I can get some sleep. My goal is typically to fall asleep before husband does, otherwise I'm doomed and the couch beckons me to stay.

I'd like to think all that baby-holding had given me an awesome jump start on my 'work out' routine. Perhaps at the very least awesome bicepts, heck, I'd even take awesome looking tricepts. But all I got was this lousy 15 exta pounds waiting to be worked off. I hope to start that routine on Feb. 6th, the day my part-time work life begins......the weight issue is for another night.

So, when you ask for something in your prayers. wether it be to stay awake all night, ace the next test, whatever, be very, very detailed......details are EVERYTHING!

My Very Own Biatch Blog

It started as a dare by my husband. I was griping about someting and he had said,"Tell someone who cares" or something to the like and I warned him that I should start my own blog. So, 'You can start your own biatch blog' came to be. Actually that was like 2 months ago, but hey, I'm busy. I work outside the home full-time andhave a 3 year old and a 10 month old. Did I also mention that I'm tired and usually, I"m asleep by 8:30 pm and here I am, 9:21pm awake and typing. To no-one none-the-less.

I am not computer savy, I'm not even very good uploading photos. I'm a terrible picture taker and got NO photos of my daughter christmas morning. Video yes, pictures no. It's not the same. I am a mere fraction of my mother in picture taking capabilities.

So I'm beginning a journey of blogging and you, you (of whom which mostly will be family) will be able to follow my story when I have the balls to let people know i've started a blog, let alone the NAME of the blog.

The only thing exciting in my life is my kids and that I'll soon be starting work part-time. That ought to be interesting!

There are many people that I know who need a hug and well wishes or a prayer, please surround yourself with love so you can get through the tough times.

Julian Avery

I had to come back and edit this. Not realizing that when my Blogging began, your date of the blog begins when you begin typing, not when you post. So bare that in mind when you read this.......


This was originally my very first blog. However, it didn't quite seem fitting, but I continue to read Mimi's posts and can not fathom what pain she is trudging through.

I learned about Julian (JuJu - the King) from Dawn Meehan (Because I Said So http://mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/). I did not know Julian personally, then again I did. About two months ago, I started reading his blog at the suggestion of Dawn. I read the daily posts from his Mom, Mimi http://www.carepages.com/UpdateListing?seed=338165&ClusterNodeID=jb04&tlcx1=cookchildrens&tlcx2=3011824
(I am new to this, forgive me if the link didn't bring you there.) I can not understand how this stranger, her son and family have affected my heart, but I am grieving for the loss Julian. A video that was posted in yesterday's blog took me 5 attempts to get through it. Here I am, with my heavy heart reading, listening with tears welling. I was grateful that all I had to do was click and come back to it again when I felt I could watch the entire video. I haven't felt that sorrow in a long time. The sorrow that meets where, when you swallow, you feel like your throat is at the bottom of your heart, deep in your chest. I am grateful I have faith and believe that there is something more than this physical world and when someone passes, that they'll be waiting for you. Thank you Mimi for sharing your courage, love, fear, hope, family, sorrow and faith.

Strange for my first post to be about a boy his mother and their family that I've never met, but I'm hoping this somehow eases the pain in my own heart.

Take care of yourselves, say a prayer or some positive thoughts for the Avery's.