Our insomniac driven son is at it again and has managed to string together 8 consecutive sleepless nights. Just when you thought you could see light at the end of the tunnel your infant drags you back to square one. We're not sure what the deal is but we are sure that we are sick of not getting any sleep. A night here or there is fine but when you start stringing these sleepless nights together they really start to take their toll. It's not just waking up. It's middle of the early morning hours of screaming for 1-3 hours split up so you get to go through that several times before you start your day. So we did the only thing we could do - we got a babysitter for Friday night so we could have some peace and quiet. Rachel came over to do the honors and was met with an hour and half of all Quentin could bring screaming his heart out. About two minutes before we walked in he fell a sleep. That's exactly what we needed and probably exactly what she didn't. We appreciate her taking one for the team. American Express sent us a meal ticket at Capital Grille so we indulged including a $154 free bottle of wine with our dinner. We were floored. For the record we couldn't tell the difference between that and the $10 wine we occasionally buy for home, but we'll take it for bragging rights. We had a very nice adult meal out, which was the first since Quentin was born. Rachel stayed for a while since Quentin was sleeping and we got a chance to catch up and play adults for a whole evening. We got to bed late and we got penalized by Quentin waking up at 4:30 am. That hurts.
Saturday we were exhausted from getting up so early and going to bed so late. We now know for sure that the early bird doesn't catch the worm nor do they catch any sleep. It turns out that's nothing more than an urban legend. I cashed in my first golf lesson and took off early in the morning. It turns out everything I am doing is wrong. Throughout an hour long lesson I hit three balls. That's all it took for my teacher to tell me I don't stand right or hold the club right and it took the whole hour to teach me how to stand and hold the club. I believe I can now hit the ball straight about 33% of the time, which is actually about the same as before but with a little more practice I think I can improve. It was an interesting experience.
I hustled home and Carrie ran out the door to cash her spa day in, where she received a much needed massage and pedicure. Quentin took a nap with me on the couch without crying himself to sleep. It's so odd how he's a bundle of joy during the day and sleeps easy but nothing short of an angry grizzly bear at night fighting every moment of trying to find dreamland. The rest of the day was spent lounging. Sunday, we weren't so lucky.
We of course had another long night with junior waking up repeatedly but still manage to drag our zombie bodies to church. We returned home craving coffee only to tun the kitchen faucet on and have it spray everywhere, as in we sprung a leak. That's perfect. SCREAM! (Enter choice words here, but remember we just did due diligence returning from church). It's amazing what you find yourself doing as a home owner. So I magically turned myself into Mr. Plumber, pulled my pants down a little to get into character and off to Home Depot I went. I took pictures on my phone so I could explain my problem and get a quick education only to be met with some resistance from the store personnel that informed me I didn't provide them with enough information. I was instructed to go back home and take apart the apparatus to begin the investigation. This is not a good sign. I miraculously took apart the sink with only minor flood damage and grabbed all the pieces I believed I needed to replace and this time went to Lowes. It turns out they were even less helpful than Home Depot. That actually seems to be a running theme with those two stores. I bought way more parts than I needed and spent another two hours trying to put it back together. When I was finished the water wouldn't turn off, but it wasn't leaking any more. Success! Sort of. I toiled for another solid 45 minutes and finally figured it out. By 7 pm I received my plumber licence. I know the kitchen sink inside and out. I can help anyone with any sink. You could say I gave it my all; or I threw the kitchen sink at it. Ya, that's about how fun the day was.
I'm taking off tomorrow for 7 whole days and it will be the longest trip away from Quentin since he was born. I really hope he learns how to sleep or Carrie is going to end up in an asylum by my return. It's a really long post, but I am going on a work trip and then my father/son fishing trip so I probably won't post for a while so spread this one out over a couple of days.
Saturday we were exhausted from getting up so early and going to bed so late. We now know for sure that the early bird doesn't catch the worm nor do they catch any sleep. It turns out that's nothing more than an urban legend. I cashed in my first golf lesson and took off early in the morning. It turns out everything I am doing is wrong. Throughout an hour long lesson I hit three balls. That's all it took for my teacher to tell me I don't stand right or hold the club right and it took the whole hour to teach me how to stand and hold the club. I believe I can now hit the ball straight about 33% of the time, which is actually about the same as before but with a little more practice I think I can improve. It was an interesting experience.
I hustled home and Carrie ran out the door to cash her spa day in, where she received a much needed massage and pedicure. Quentin took a nap with me on the couch without crying himself to sleep. It's so odd how he's a bundle of joy during the day and sleeps easy but nothing short of an angry grizzly bear at night fighting every moment of trying to find dreamland. The rest of the day was spent lounging. Sunday, we weren't so lucky.
We of course had another long night with junior waking up repeatedly but still manage to drag our zombie bodies to church. We returned home craving coffee only to tun the kitchen faucet on and have it spray everywhere, as in we sprung a leak. That's perfect. SCREAM! (Enter choice words here, but remember we just did due diligence returning from church). It's amazing what you find yourself doing as a home owner. So I magically turned myself into Mr. Plumber, pulled my pants down a little to get into character and off to Home Depot I went. I took pictures on my phone so I could explain my problem and get a quick education only to be met with some resistance from the store personnel that informed me I didn't provide them with enough information. I was instructed to go back home and take apart the apparatus to begin the investigation. This is not a good sign. I miraculously took apart the sink with only minor flood damage and grabbed all the pieces I believed I needed to replace and this time went to Lowes. It turns out they were even less helpful than Home Depot. That actually seems to be a running theme with those two stores. I bought way more parts than I needed and spent another two hours trying to put it back together. When I was finished the water wouldn't turn off, but it wasn't leaking any more. Success! Sort of. I toiled for another solid 45 minutes and finally figured it out. By 7 pm I received my plumber licence. I know the kitchen sink inside and out. I can help anyone with any sink. You could say I gave it my all; or I threw the kitchen sink at it. Ya, that's about how fun the day was.
I'm taking off tomorrow for 7 whole days and it will be the longest trip away from Quentin since he was born. I really hope he learns how to sleep or Carrie is going to end up in an asylum by my return. It's a really long post, but I am going on a work trip and then my father/son fishing trip so I probably won't post for a while so spread this one out over a couple of days.
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