Sunday night

So, Bobby is not sleeping and it stresses me out.  Like stayed up through a 45 minute run at noon on Friday,  then chatted to himself for an hour in his crib before he cried a ton and I got him up.  The last 3 nights have been lousy too.  Waking at 3am or so.  I can put him down again easily, but he won't fall asleep and ends up crying out after 10 minutes. I've let him cry then for 20minutes and it only gets worse.  I wish I knew what was going on.  He had a few naps last week where I heard him talking to himself for a long time before conking out.  And tonight he never went down at 7pm - a first, although he had a good nap at naptime. He got a little sniffle, so I think that's it, but it started before that.  And he always dupes me, as soon as I get him, he says "eat" so  I get him milk and sometimes a snack, which he never touches.  He just wants to get out of his room.  I wonder if he's not had enough activity (probably not) Like we did Lowes and more inside play today...Or is is teething? who knows.  What's also funny is that I'm the mean one, totally cold and serious about getting back to sleep, yet he wants only me and nothing to do with Rick.  He does seem to want to cuddle a lot, (Bobby, not Rick) so I indulge, but at 5am, my patience is thin.  So I would totally plop him down in front of Elmo and be up for the day, except we really had gotten up at 2:30am.  And oddest of all, he never seems phased by sleeping 8 hours instead of 12.  And totally selfishly, it totally ruins my plans for the day.  He may go back to sleep 6-8am, but I planned on running at 8 and leaving the house to be somehwere at 10.  But then breakfast gets pushed back, blah blah blah.  Whine. There, that helped.  Not really. sigh.

So, you see that I've joined twitter.  Not sure if it's here to stay though.  Probably because I don't get to talk to adults during the day, I have all these thoughts that I want to share.  Yet, I don't think I'm special enough to broadcast them through Facebook and subject everyone to them.  But I can subject you all to them.  And even then, all the stuff I want to say, I can usually discount it by the time I actually get to the phone or computer.  And even if I were witty and all that, I only have like 5 followers, most of who I don't even know,  (not you, Emily) just some strangers who like the same things I do.  Or who knows how they found me.  I am supposedly following all these other people/companies, but basically this is a one way push for me so far.  Every time I want to read other tweets, it's packed full of play by play Giants tweets, so I get nowhere.  Does that help, Elizabeth? (Not at all I'm sure)  It's a good outlet, as this has been tonight as I deal with my new life in cheery Hampstead, NC.