Time for crochet while babysitting

    I had that for the past two days. I was babysitting for my newest grandson, and while he napped I had time to crochet. I got some more done on the first legwarmer. I think it's about 2/3 done now.


    Babysitting is quite an adventure in itself. First, I really hate having to get up at 5:30 am. I figured that I already get up that early two days a week, what's two more? It wouldn't have been so bad, except after the first day of sitting, I had an awful night of sleep. It was one of those god-awful nights where you wake up every 20 - 30 minutes? I think the best sleep I got all night was the 5 minutes after the alarm went off. I only know I fell back asleep because I was dreaming.


    Really, a newborn doesn't require that much work. But I was exhausted none-the-less. He really is a good natured baby, and doesn't really cry unless there's something wrong. The hardest thing is keeping him occupied for 5 minutes while his bottle heats up. But yesterday, he made my day...


    Sara went upstairs to get dressed. When she came back down, she brought Owen, who was still half asleep. She put him in his downstairs sleeping place. I left him alone in case he went back to sleep. After a few minutes, I looked in, and he was awake, so I leaned over and told him that Nana was here to stay with him today. He looked right at me and smiled!


    I was so very tired yesterday, and that's not a good thing. When I am that tired, I get extremely weepy. The littlest things make me tear up. It happened twice yesterday while I was at Sara's. And then again after Hubs got home from work and I was telling him about it. He just chuckles at me.

Another Wreck of a Night

    Last, I was really tired. I got up at 5:30 am, to go sit with the cherub, and of course, stayed up all day. So of course I was tired. I went in to go to bed at 10:00.


    I fell alseep, and the first time I woke up, the clock read 1:30 am. I had to get out of bed and go find the clicker to turn off the TV. It was wedged under Hubs' arm. I yanked it out, ungently. I then tried to go back to sleep.


    I learned two things last night, the first of which is: don't go to sleep with a headache. It was much worse when I got up this morning at 5:30. You'd think that with all the time I was just laying there, not sleeping, I would have gotten up and taken something for my headache. But you would be wrong. I was so warm and snuggly, I had no desire to get up and walk into the cold kitchen.


    I know I must have gotten some sleep, at some point, because I dreamed. And that is the second thing I learned last night. I never knew you could be drunk in a dream. I was, last night. I don't even drink, hardly ever any more. It was a weird experience, to say the least. And I had the headache in my drunk dream, too, and kept taking painkillers and drinking water in my dream. It didn't help.


    Why oh why can't I dream about knitting? That's what I want to dream about! I would love to dream of me wearing my newly knit sweater. I need to know which color yarn to get....