Really?!?!

Most of you know that I have a very sarcastic nature. Last night I realized that I become extremely sarcastic when tired.

About 2:45 am I hear Justin crying. I let him cry for a while, but he doesn't give any indication of stopping so I get out of bed. I make a stop in the kitchen to get a sippy cup of milk for Justin. I get Justin out of his crib and go to my chair to sit down and calm him down. As soon as I sit down he gets more upset and tries to throw himself off my lap. Giving it another try, I gather him up and offer him his milk. This only upsets him more. Thinking that he may be hungry because he didn't each much for dinner, I take him in the kitchen and dim the bar light. As I am standing up and holding him, he starts calming down. The instant I put him in his high chair, the theatrics start again. I am pulling food out of the cabinets for his approval, and he does not approve of anything. Then Bruce chimes in from the bedroom, "Try sitting down and rocking him." Duh! Like I never thought of that. I reply back in my typical sarcastic style, "Really? Why didn't I think of that? This is the first time I ever got up in the middle of the night with a kid!"

Anyway, I just put Justin to bed and go to bed myself. He cries for a minute or two, and then settles down and apparently fell asleep. As I am dozing off myself, I think that I must become extremely sarcastic/irritable when tired. In my defense though, if the peanut gallery would have gotten up with Justin, I wouldn't have been as grumpy. NOTE: If the peanut gallery would have gotten up with Justin, the peanut gallery would have gotten me up also when he couldn't figure out how to make Justin stop crying. Sometimes I wonder how he functions everyday without me telling him to tie his shoes!