Payback

Ok, so I knew going into this whole pregnancy/baby thing there'd be sacrifices. I knew sleep would be one of them. What I didn't know was that I'd never get to sleep again! Ever!! From about 6 weeks pregnant I started not sleeping. Some nights it was worry over what was to come, others it was just up and down to go to the bathroom, but each and every night had me up at some point. Then came our little miracle and there went any hope of ever sleeping again. Silly me thought that around 5 months or so, babies started sleeping through the night. The whole night. Don't get me wrong, Gideon's a great little sleeper. Always has been. But, 99% of the time he's up for something at least once during the middle of the night. Usually just a pacifier will do, but there are nights it seems he's up all night long just waiting for me to fall asleep so he can wake me up. Seriously, I think he's laying in his crib plotting my demise. I think this because my mom brain has not had sufficient sleep in more than a year now. 1 year and 2.5 months to be exact. But who's counting? Certainly not me. I can't count that high without sleep. Last night as I was laying in bed trying to get back to sleep after a lovely wake up call around midnight for a dirty diaper, I began doing a little plotting of my own. I began to think back to all the times when I was a teenager and my mom would vacuum the house at 6 am. Or when my dad would choose 7 am on a Saturday as a great time to start a very loud home improvement project that included pressure washing something or power tools. At the time I figured it was just an annoying thing parents did, without much thought to me as a teenager. Now I know it was all planned perfectly. Probably when I was about 7 months old in fact. I can just see my parents sitting around at 2 am talking about all the loud things they'd do early on weekends when I was 16 years old. How do I know they did this? Because I do it with Noah. I am almost giddy thinking of all the early morning chores Noah and I can come up with when Gideon's 16. In fact, we might just give him a late curfew so he'll be extra tired the next day. Payback will be ours. One day. Insert evil laugh here.