You try coming up with a title on three hours of sleep...

Maybe it's because I went to bed at nearly 2 am, woke up at 5 am in pain and feeling weird, spent one hour in the bath, and am now sitting at the computer at 6:17 am eating RitzBitz Cheese Sandwich crackers (sooooo good) and drinking a Coke, but I think this story is awesome.  Except for the stupid mother, but you know, hey, be inspired where you can...

Too spooked to watch this right now...

...since it's 4:00 a.m. and dark as a tomb in my house. I'm afraid this will just make my current insomnia worse, even though it's probably just a bug on the screen. But I am soooo watching this bad boy tomorrow.

Escape from Alcatraz

In the lovely middle of the night hours, I heard my dog, Sugar, running around in circles and dropping on all fours in her aggressive/play stance. We live in a hardwood floor house, pier and beam, so noises like this are loud and reverberate through the whole house. I thought the rabbit was doing something from its cage to egg her on. I lazily rolled over and asked Bryce to just go let the dog out. Turns out the rabbit had escaped from his cage.

Now, I've been very generous, I think, in letting this rabbit run free 85% of the time. He goes in the cage very little during the day, and at night. I would let him out even more if it weren't for the following habits: chewing on the clothes we're wearing, coming right behind our feet, running circles around and tripping us. He also thumps his hind feet loudly. Google searches have pulled up several explanations for this: sensing danger, expressing irritation at us for whatever reason, etc. I personally think he wants attention. It's so loud when he does it, and never fails to startle us. We have a mud room/laundry room that stays shut to the kids, but has a pet door. Even though that little bugger is "paper trained," and actually has a litter box, he goes in that laundry room and poops everywhere. Luckily he doesn't do it anywhere else, and that room is essentially outside, but still. Ick. Quite frustrating. Therefore, being able to shut him up in that cage is ESSENTIAL to the continued presence of my hair.

Bryce put him back, and not two minutes later, we heard the door slam open and he was out. I gave up, but if you look at the time on this post, you'll see the whole hoopla has caused me to remain awake. It's been an hour and a half. I am so tired from repeated days of late nights and early-rising boys, and it's safe to say, at this moment, with dark circles and tears in my eyes, I absolutely HATE that rabbit. I know, I know, I brought him here, bla bla bla.

Here's the final insult: that little *%#! doesn't even like me much. But he loooooooves Bryce. I think he wants to buy a timeshare with him and adopt African babies. I feel like Bill Cosby: "I brought you into this world, and I'll take you out."

What a Week of Mishaps!

I am so glad this week is over. It just seems like it's been one thing after another after another. (I feel like I say that a lot. But I mean it this time!)

First there was Wednesday night. I decided once and for all that Fynn was going to sleep through the night, darn it, and nothing was going to tempt me to pick him up. So he cried. And cried. And cried some more. Two hours. I would go in periodically and rub his back and love on him, but then I'd leave and he'd cry like I'd shot his puppy. But then, suddenly, complete and utter silence. So suddenly it actually scared me a little. But I went and peeped at him, and he was asleep. In the five days since then, he has only awakened once after I put him to sleep. So while it was torture to listen to him cry, it's all going to be better in the long run. This was the same night as the aforementioned rabbit cage fiasco, which occurred at 1:27 a.m., just a half hour after I was finally able to doze off.

Wednesday or Thursday, Ewan spilled a huge glass of milk all over the couch in our kitchen. I love that couch. It's the most lovely kind of tacky hot pink and white wedding ring pattern, with the camel back. You can see it a little in the sidebar picture of Bryce and the boys. But, even though I totally love it, I am so sick of stuff spilling on it, and not being able to clean it properly, and having to sweep under it, and having toys get lost underneath all the time. So I said, "That's it, I'm done." (Bryce says I say that a lot.) And I hauled it out in the garage myself. I had hoped to keep it and someday reupholster it with new fabric as tacky or tackier as what's on it now, but someday I'll just get a new couch.

Thursday night, still recovering from major sleep deprivation, I went to bed semi-early only to be awakened at 2:30 a.m. by a series of rapid-fire gunshots, two bursts of about six or seven each, and the sound of screeching tires. I peeked out the window, didn't see anything, but had to wake up Bryce for the "should I call 911?" debate. I ultimately decided to call, and in the middle of our conversation, the dispatcher said, "It looks like you are right about where it was at..." Um..."Where WHAT was at?????" I never found out exactly. Good times.

Friday morning, as I was feeding the rabbit, I picked up the bag of rabbit food, which consists of gazillions of teeny, tiny little pellets. Yeah, I picked it up from the wrong end. And it was open. And this was in my bedroom. Which would have been fine, since we have hardwood floors and I would have been able to just sweep them up, if not for the fact that I recently put a rug in there, which is anchored under the bed and impossible to pick up without some major help. So I had to put my hungry baby in his crib while he cried and tried to vacuum it up. In order to not give the rabbit a heart attack, I wheeled the cage into Fynn's room next to his crib, but far enough away that he couldn't touch, just watch. Then the vacuum clogged. After finally getting it all sorted out, I discovered Ewan had pushed the rabbit cage right up against the crib and my Fynn was eating timothy grass.

There's even more, but I won't dwell on that. I'll dwell on the fact that it also was a week of friends, with Ewan's buddies Natalie and Bella and William coming to visit. I took pictures, although I unfortunately forgot to take one while Natalie was here. Ewan had a lot of fun, and it's so nice to see him interacting with other children.

Vanessa's son, William with Ewan.

Bella and her boyfriend Fynn.

Things I Learned Today

1. When pushing "delete," check 23 times that what you are deleting is actually the thing you want to delete, and not another, beloved thing that would be like deleting your heart.
2. Overusing the word "delete" is fun.
3. So is melodrama. But I've always known that.
4. When a rabbit's cage partially collapses at record-level decibels at 1:27 AM, the ensuing adrenaline rush will be enough to keep you awake indefinitely. Certainly long enough to be posting nonsense after 2:00 AM.
5. When same said rabbit is left to its own devices in your house, it will remove the dryer vent in an attempt to escape into the backyard.
6. Rabbits are hard to catch.

*Update*
7. Adrenaline rush mentioned in #4 can and will last until 4:45 AM.