As I write this entry, it’s 4:30 a.m. and I have been awake for almost two hours. The phone rang shortly after 3:00, an alarm of sorts that typically means someone in the family has died. This time, however, it was a recorded message from Kanawha County Schools, informing us of a two-hour delay. Another phone call sharing the same message came five minutes later. Needless to say, I’m awake and grateful for back-to-back episodes of “Three’s Company”.
I haven’t slept in nearly a week, because my four-year-old daughter has moved out of her bed and into mine, which seems to be the prescription for suppressing a stubborn cough. Propped up by two overstuffed pillows, she snoozes comfortably (finally), but her elbow jabs and knee kicks prevent me from sharing in the experience. I’ve awakened twice this week with one foot on the floor and my head on the night-side table.
I got up after the last telephone call to check on my older daughter, who was unaffected by the blaring ring. My husband, ejected from his usual resting place, was sleeping in the twin bed next to her. With both feet dangling off the mattress and a rosebud-printed comforter wrapped around his neck like a scarf, he wore a pained expression on his face as if a muscle spasm was setting in. I’m not surprised considering the “space” he was given by every dog, cat and rabbit created at Build-A-Bear. Despite his cramped quarters, he still managed to fall asleep and stay that way. And I’m jealous.
WELCOME to Mommyhood.
I’m Kathryn Brown (please call me Katy), and I’m one of four columnists who will be blogging on the Daily Mail’s new Mommyhood site. A work-at-home mother of two children, I will deliver stories from the front lines of parenting as it applies to the life of a Lucy Ricardo rather than a June Cleaver. Check back often for my reports of family dinners that could classify as burnt offerings, battles with “new math”, bizarre conversations with other mothers, and frequent bouts of panicked parenting. Having been a mother for nearly eight years, I still take matters very seriously, but I’ve learned how to laugh along the way.
Well, it’s time to sign off now. The morning news is coming on, and I have to see if a two-hour delay has turned into a snow day for us. I certainly hope so. Mama’s tired!