Busy, busy

Hi. It's been a while hasn't it?

No, I am not dead, just buried under a pile of crap a mile high.

Between work, getting our house painted, taking care of the child, blah blah blah, it was crazy this week.

I also hosted book club. How cool is it that Jen Lancaster, who penned the wicked funny "Bitter is the New Black," actually came and spoke at our book club? She rocks the house. So, ya know, go buy her book. I'll even give you the link. Go ahead, I can wait.

All righty.

You would think after this exhausting week, I would be tired. Oh but no.

Jack slept through the night from 8 p.m. to 6 a.m. last night. Yes, 10 consecutive hours. Josh and I woke up at 6 when we heard him making little noises on the monitor and he said to me, "Did you get up with him last night?" And I said, "No. Didn't you give him that bottle before you went to bed?" And he said, "No."

So there we have it.

This has been a shitty, shitty week of sleep in our house. Jack woke up progressively earlier each night until Wednesday, when he woke up at 12:45 a.m. And then again at 3:55 a.m. He hasn't done that since he was eight weeks old.

Yesterday, I was able to trace it back to the removal of the white noise machine from his bedroom. I had read in a baby book that there was a study done, which refuted the theory that babies who slept with a white noise machine had hearing loss.

Of course, I read five other baby books that mentioned nothing about white noise machines and hearing loss. I even read two books that encouraged their use, because they help comfort babies.

But I read the one sentence in this one book that mentioned the mere possibility and promptly freaked the freak out. Hearing loss? Not my baby.

And I took that white noise machine right out of there, by God.

But five nights of bad sleep can wear on a person.

Suddenly, a little hearing loss didn't seem so bad. I mean come on, my dad has hearing aids. How bad can it be? We'll just talk a little louder around Jack. It'll be fine right?