There are times in life when things are just difficult. I know right now that I’m much too sleep deprived to make any serious decisions. My son just doesn’t want to sleep. Not sure exactly what’s bothering him but I hope he grows out of it soon. Wife and I are both exhausted. So is my older child.
On top of that my dog is getting old. Several years ago when he was only three he developed a herniated disc in his back which has been an on and off again problem for him. We have to be careful of too much stress on his back. More limited walks and no jumping or sharp turning. However he had taken to putting his paws, and as much of his body as he can up on the counters and tables when we are out of sight to try to find leftovers from children. When doing so he keeps reinjuring his back.
Two nights ago it was way past time to go to bed, and I have a dog in such pain he won’t go outside to pee. I have to carry him, and every time I shift he squeals in my ear. We gave him ibuprofen and waited an hour and finally he managed to pee. Ugh. Not a good start to the night.
Yesterday morning, as usual, my wife taps out around 4am when our son is just not going to sleep, and I get up to comfort him. With the adrenaline of keeping him asleep I couldn’t get back to sleep after that. Another night in a long string of nights with 5 hours or less sleep. Since I have to go to work there is no chance for a nap either. It’s a vicious cycle.
Last night was no better. The boy slept a couple of decent stretches, but my damn dog started whining because we stuck him downstairs. He wants to be upstairs with us but I don’t want him on the stairs until his back heals. I get up and put a bark collar on him which usually keeps him quiet. Then I head back to bed.
Two hours later he does it again. It’s a loud cry. Very sad sound, and he’ll keep it up for over and hour if I let him. Not tonight. I open the gate to let him upstairs. If he wants to hurt his back I don’t care anymore. It’s 2am and he can do whatever the fuck he wants. The first step on the stairs makes him squeal. No shit! That’s why I had you downstairs! For your own good. I know he can’t understand, but it would be nice if he could. It took awhile to get to sleep after dealing with the dog. Sleep time wasted.
Being a new parent is like living in a war zone. You still have to function at a high level day or night, but it’s rough. Not to mention throwing an old whiney dog with self inflicted injuries into the mix. Thank god it’s Friday. Somehow I need to find some sleep. I can tell it’s getting bad. I keep saying things incorrectly. Mixing my words and getting nouns wrong.