Thursday, December 04, 2008

Yesterday

My day started at 4am when the Little Guy was up for the day. For. The. Day. No amount of coaxing would put him back to sleep.

I made a major error at work, a client shouted at me, and I broke down in tears (after hanging up) due to lack of sleep. I spent all day fixing the error, ignoring the many other urgent requests.

The lady who watches the Little Guy during the day - whom we love and the Little Guy has bonded with - has had to give us her notice. Her father was diagnosed with cancer. Awful story - he went to the hospital with what he thought was bronchitis, and it turns out he has inoperable lung cancer. Can you imagine? I feel just terrible for her. She's separated from her husband, watching her two kids (and mine) all day, her mother's passed away and she has to deal with this. Quit her job. Leave her house. Take care of her father. Merry Christmas.

I don't know what we're going to do for the Little Guy come January, but right now I can't even think about that. I haven't slept properly in so long that I'm about to lose my mind. My regular Playdate post was intercepted by a sorrowful tale of woes about the lack of sleep in our house. Please go over there and offer advice, support, anything. I'm desperate.

And tired. So, so tired.

11 comments:

kgirl said...

Oh god, that is totally horrible for your caregiver, and what a lurch it leaves you in. You definitley need sleep - these problems seem practically insurmountable when you're tired. I lent some advice over at playdate, but really, you need to do whatever it takes right now (besides letting him cio, but you knew I'd say that).

metro mama said...

I'm so sorry, my friend.

wheelsonthebus said...

" went to the hospital with what he thought was bronchitis, and it turns out he has inoperable lung cancer. Can you imagine?"

i can imagine. 34 years ago, the same thing happened to my mother. i was 2 when she died.

please send along all my sympathies.

Mac and Cheese said...

I'm so sorry about all this bad news. I'd help if I could.

Kyla said...

Stories like that are so frightening. It really can (and does) happen to anyone.

I'm thinking of her and her dad, hoping for a Christmas miracle for them both.

As for you, I hope there is a lot of delicious, deep sleep in your future. Sweet dreams.

Lisa b said...

oh nomo that is all so unbearable.

painted maypole said...

and you're in rehearsals now, yes?

oof. i hope things are looking up.

daysgoby said...

Hey, darlin' - just wondering how you are. Any sleep at the end of the tunnel?

Woman in a Window said...

Someone yelled at you? Really, opened their mouth and yelled? Jerk. Don't they know there are more important things in life. Just ask your babysitter. Good god, I feel for her. This was almost our last Christmas, just minus the quitting the job part but it is never easy!

bren j. said...

Wow, that is HORRIBLE Christmas news. Horrible for you babysitter, but also horrible for you, though to a lesser extent. I hope you guys can figure out something soon AND get some sleep!

kittenpie said...

Oh, no, that is TERRIBLE! And really not good for you, too, because care is hard to find quickly.