Last night, four hours into sleep, John decided to wake up. After several attempts in a two hour period, we had, had it. We even did the let him cry in the crib for a while thing and that really didn’t work for long. He cried it out, woke up and screamed again 15 minutes later. Bry decided to sleep on the couch so I brought John into our bed where within 30 seconds he was passed out on my chest so I rolled him onto his back on our bed. Despite it being a frustrating time for the whole family, the sweetest thing happend twice through the whole ordeal. In two different attempts to have him sleep on my chest and then lay him back in his crib, he laughed in his sleep, the type of laugh he gives when he’s being tickled. Too friggen cute. Needless to say, we all slept a bit better after the new arrangement. I just hope it does not become a habit. Usually he only snoozes with me when Bry’s pulling a 24 hour shift.
In another part of the day…driving + bad German drivers = very irritated me. Bry decided to carpool today and leave me the car. Which was nice since I needed to get out to MZ Kastel to get a b-day present for a friend’s kid. I really shouldn’t have gone out today…seriously. First off, despite me going the speed limit or about 5km/h faster than the limit, I got tail gated to and from my destination. While leaving there, two lanes merge into one. The left lane (the one I was in) merges to the right. Germans have a nice zipper rule that they sometimes follow. Today happend to be the day when the person behind me on the right decided to not follow that rule (mind you, she also toyed with me, slowed down first and then sped up rather quickly to cut me off at the end of the friggen merge). I held back my finger and I held back blasting my horn. Then about two exits away from where I was going to get off I get behind some slow trucks and signal that I want over to the left, I look behind and all is clear. This nice black car was far enough back that I could get over. Soon as I start to move over, hello black car, you almost hit my side! I had to swerve to the right and just take some deep breaths knowing my exit was soon. I endured being behind the slow moving trucks because it just seemed safe at the moment…and it was. I’m considering vowing to never drive here again. C’mon, we had an accident (wasn’t our fault either, whole other rant entirely) this time last year. I’d rather not have another one.
May the rest of the day got a bit more smoothly. It’ll be busy but it’ll keep me from fuming even more. 
*hugs*
~Jen
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Tracy // May 14, 2008 at 2:33 pm |
When Serena was little, oh and now too, she has really bad nights here and there. Its hard because you can never tell if they are just cranky or really hurting. Hopefully it was a one time thing. I do remember driving there and having issues, but I tend to drive a little more agressive so I really liked it. I miss it sometimes actually. The speed limits on this base go vary from 25 to 45, its crazy.