I last left you in a sort of panic because it was Thanksgiving night and Curly was puking. The girls and I were leaving for Louisville the next morning for Midwest championships of Irish dancing. (I am not counting the 'Low Hanging Fruit' post because I wrote that in advance of all the impending dance drama so that you would have something to amuse you while I was in dance-mom mode.)
Well, I am back. With stories - of course!
So keeping Curly out of school Monday and Tuesday kind of blew up in my face when the preschool kid I sit for showed up with puke germs festering somewhere in his mouth under his more-annoying-than-you-can-imagine lisp.
Yes, I am mean but I am also a mom whose son, Tank, started speech therapy before he was 2 years old, because he could not speak. This was more drastic then what this kid has going on, but still ya notice these things as a parent. How do you wait until preschool to recognize that NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THE HELL YOUR KID IS SAYING? When I interviewed the mom last spring, she told me that her kid would be going to preschool in my district for free. He 'just barely qualified' because of his speech. Um, the school district was being polite- trust me here, he MORE than qualified. Does it sound like someone needs to consider a job change? I digress.
Curly bounced back from Pukeville in record time. I handed her a sandwich baggie stuffed to the gills with cheerios as we piled into the minivan. She was relegated to the very back row of seats in order to not breathe on Mini and I. She was also armed with a bucket, a book, a blanket, a pillow, a DVD player, Gatorade and vitamin water. Imagine my surprise when we arrived in Louisville that evening and I told her to bring the bag of cheerios up to the room. She had already eaten them ALL! I was shocked but decided that was a good sign.
Later when we were in our room, she ate half a can of chicken noodle soup, some rice, and an applesauce cup. When it was time to leg tan her, she could NOT stand still. *Insert my own eye roll here and I will not blame you if you insert your own eye roll as well. Judge away, peeps. It is the nonsense that sucks the fun out of this little OBSESSION my kid has with Irish dancing.* She was Irish dancing in front of the full length mirror. Leaping across the floor. Practicing her fancy footwork. Then I knew: SHE WAS BACK.
Mini and I did not end up puking, which was a huge relief. The night before a big competition is historically a night when sleep eludes me. Stress kicks in and I end up with few z's. Honestly the more years that
suck the life out of me I spend at these competitions, I realize it is
NOT worth the lack of sleep. This year I promise I really was not that
stressed. I was bound and determined to sleep because a day with
sufficient sleep under one's belt is SO MUCH MORE pleasant than one without.
I reminded myself that Curly was well prepared and she was feeling
better. Still . . .
I crawled into bed at 8 pm. It took awhile to go to sleep. Once I did, Curly woke me up. More than once. She wanted me to know that she was still awake. I finally pulled her into my bed gave her a vigorous back rub and sent her back to her bed. I told her under no circumstances was she to move or look at the clock. She WOULD NOW SLEEP. Damn it.
I woke up to pee at 1 am. I struggled to go back to sleep because I was so hungry that I could have eaten an entire turkey. Crap. I tiptoed into the room where Mini slept on the pullout and dug around for some trail mix that I knew was in one of the bags. I did this with no lights and I succeeded without waking Mini. I sat in the bathroom and munched on trail mix while reading my book. I kept wishing I was sleeping, but I reminded myself that it was better to be reading and snacking in the bathroom than puking and intermittently sleeping in the bathroom. I eventually slept again for about an hour before my alarm went off at 5 am. Time to
the donuts get the dancer ready.
Have I mentioned how much I detest this weekend? Tune if to find out about how she placed and our crazy room and how much fun it is to travel with a microwave.
I'm so happy that she was feeling better and no one else got sick!!
Lack of sleep is really such a big deal....it will suck the life out of you. Here, I thought I was the only one who woke up in the middle of the night hungry. :0
Thank goodness no one else got sick and that she was able to dance! Yikes. Puking is the worst.
Middle of the night hunger is REAL! Sadly the one gluten free cereal that I like was just discontinued. That was my middle of the night go-to. I have a hard time finding something else to eat. I recently started eating trail mix again. The bag says produced in a plant that also deals with wheat, but I have decided hunger would kill me first.
Yes, her bounce back was a huge relief. Here is is Thursday and I am still tired after the weekend and the missed sleep.
Maybe next year I have her hang out with friends while they have the stomach bug in like October so we are clear for Thanksgiving weekend. Twisted thought process?
You have made it so I am glad I dodged the Irish Dancing bullet. We once thought it would be "cute" to enroll Ella when she was little. ;)
Middle of the night hunger IS real. Although since being on low carb, I have drank middle of the night coffee to avoid food. Long story. Maybe I should blog about it.
I am trying something new - for the past 3 days I have eaten dinner at 5:00 pm and then not had anything else to eat after that. Just water. So far I am sleeping better. I have IBS on top of celiac. Basically I am just a hot mess.
Irish dancing has been quite an adventure. I will feel better about it ponce I get a book deal followed closely be a movie deal. Until then, I do believe that you have dodged a bullet. An expensive bullet!
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