again with the sleep issues
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Last night I went to bed at 23:00, completely exhausted. Mari had fallen asleep by about 21:00. Mari then woke up and went into the shower. Ken woke at 23:45 screaming. I blundered into his bedroom and found him stuck under the crib (he now sleeps on the futon, having outgrown the crib). I very nearly had him back to sleep when Mari opened the bathroom door. Seeing the light and seeing her, he immediately snapped back to crying, demanding to be breast-fed.
Fifteen minutes later I was hanging up laundry because Mari hadn't got to it when she passed out early (I didn't know it was there to do, or would have done it myself while she slept). By 00:15 I was preparing rice for the morning. I then went to bed. But Ken kept mewling until about 00:45, so I got up and sent her off to bed and laid down with Ken. Who slept fitfully and full of minor wakings that needed to be calmed, until around 06:00. At which time he woke up demanding to be breast-fed again, and Mari had to come in again. And then we were all up for the day.
It's only recently that he's started with the demands for breast-milk again, I don't know why. But 17 months in (come Friday) and we're both essentially 4/5 braindead.
So I packed him up to take him to daycare, and decided to run some errands. I'd shot a roll of 120 film on the weekend. I went to pick it up after having dropped him off and hey -- I'd been so tired while packing that after fishing my wallet out of the pannier where it had been from yesterday's outing, I'd tossed out all the receipts then put the wallet away somewhere but not in my backpack. So I trudged on to the pro lab where Joon and I did the studio work and dropped off my roll of HIE -- black and white infrared-sensitive film, the last roll I'll ever shoot cos it ain't being made any more. A mindless two-hour trudge in the rain.
Naturally it stopped raining when I got home. Sigh. Back to work on photo editing!