. . . because it is your alarm clock and you have to get out of bed now. Right now. No screwing around. Get up!!!

Or not.

I am a creature of routine and habit, at least in the morning. That alarm goes off every weekday at 4:40 and I take the 5:17 train into the city. From there, I head straight to the gym for about an hour and a half to two hours of exercise and then to the office. This is my regular morning thing. I am like the milkman's horse. I just get up and go. I have it down to the point where it is more difficult not to go to the gym than it is to go to the gym.

But not today. Today, that alarm clock went off and I turned it off and went back to sleep for another hour and a half. About the same amount of time as a workout, come to think of it.

The baby is having bad and painful gas. He was up, I think, a lot last night. All I know for sure is that the Viking Bride never returned to the marital bed last night. That's not to say that I slept all alone, because I didn't; the Boy Child came in sometime in the middle of the night to cuddle and sleep with me. I escorted him back to his own bed after a lovely cuddle. He believes that the rule is that if our door is open, he can come into bed with us. And he's basically right.

The baby's gas pains were somehow soothed for little while after I picked him up and, holding him to my chest, began kissing him on his neck and collar bone. Three quick little kisses without taking my face from his neck. He stopped crying, seemed to really like it, and feel asleep on my chest for a bit until the internal pain woke him again.

We are all very tired and I have been burning the candle at both ends. Getting up at 4:40 all week and not going to bed until 11:40 -- filling the intervening period with court appearances and oral arguments, contentious board meetings and rancorous and difficult phone consultations regarding the same, hosting a dinner for 90 at which I had to speak (at three different points during the event), and otherwise just trying to stay on top of things generally.

So when that bell called this morning for this fighter to step into the ring, he did the only thing he could do -- he turned it off.

May I ask for your kind thoughts, by the way? My mother in law arrives for a three week visit tomorrow. Any good energy / nice thoughts you can send my way would be fine.

Posted by: Random Penseur at 08:13 AM | Comments (9) | Add Comment
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1 The phinlet had gas going for a while and damn is rough. Will keep sending happy thoughts and saying prayers.

Posted by: phin at April 27, 2006 08:35 AM (Xvpen)

2 You got it!! Every good thought is being sent your way. (call us if necessary, if even only for a drink).

Posted by: Mandalei at April 27, 2006 09:23 AM (LcyhB)

3 The Lawd preserve us from MIL hell. I'm with you, bro'.

Posted by: Robert the Llama Butcher at April 27, 2006 09:57 AM (IkTb7)

4 Stop beating yourself up for sleeping in. You can take one morning off from ruling the world (and having extra bufflicious abs ). Good luck with the MIL. Happy thoughts for an unventful visit are on the way.

Posted by: Kathy at April 27, 2006 10:28 AM (cipZl)

5 Motion for Mother-in-law to pull the 6 pm to 6 am baby duty shift. Do I hear a second? ; )

Posted by: Christina at April 27, 2006 12:21 PM (z2S93)

6 Second! She'll probably insist on it anyway. Grammas are like that. And how the heck do you do what you do all week on five hours of sleep a night? Crikey, My eyes are still burning tired if I get up after six or even seven hours.

Posted by: Tuning Spork at April 27, 2006 02:33 PM (/EYHx)

7 Happy thoughts I have are going your way! Good luck

Posted by: Zya at April 27, 2006 10:31 PM (o19Kc)

8 Good luck with it all. The thing I dread most when I think about a new baby is the lack of sleep in the beginning. And at least I get to stay in my pjs for a month or so, if I want to.

Posted by: Jordana at April 28, 2006 09:08 AM (KEY2r)

9 It won't be forever, this gas and problems... soon you'll be able to sleep normally again! I'm sure you'll manage to pull through.

Posted by: Hannah at May 02, 2006 04:54 AM (ImQx2)

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