Life's an Itch

I was asleep for about 90 minutes when Baby Boy started wailing. Husband always gets up to get him and, when we were weaning him, he'd stay up and be the one to put him back to sleep.

Things have changed now.

So husband goes to crying child and brings him to our bed. Problem? Oh, only the same one he's been suffering with for almost three weeks now - eczema. His skin isn't red or oozing or chapped, just really rough and, apparantly, itchy as all get-out. The little guy would scratch himself raw (only at night) if we let him.

Because Baby Boy has been, for the most part, weaned (he still asks, though), the Husband pats the boy on the head and flips back to sleep. I guess I was tagged.

I took him downstairs, so as not to wake anyone, but that's a misnomer because he in fact DID wake someone...me! Baby Boy fell back asleep by around 2:30 or so and I didn't konk out again until about 5:30. What was the point of that? I was up making lunches, preparing breakfast and picking out clothes for the two noisy older ones by 6:45.

And there wasn't anything really interesting on TV either except for the West Coast feed of The Daily Show and even that was a little dry. The guest was Bob Dole, for Pete's sake.

500 channels and nothing good to watch but commercials.