It's a headache

My little one, who is two has been waking up at 4:30 every day for a month.  I'm not exaggerating.  Most of the time he smells and he's angry.  Needless to say, me and my hubs are cranky: at each other, at the world, at little smelly.  It's been rough.

Today I am grateful for:

1. My husband

He tries.  He gets up at 4:30 every other morning, even on work days.  He works 12 hour days sometimes and comes home to a hostage situation.  I'm getting a migraine from the screaming, W is beside himself because I gave him a pretzel.  No other reason I can see, it's because of the pretzel.  Poor D is trying to play around the cacophony.  Still he tries.  He is the family hammer.  Nothing gets past him.  He was made to be a dad.  He does the hard stuff.  He cooks dinner and fantastic breakfasts.  He hangs in there.  I'm grateful I can depend on him when I need him.  He's pretty great.

2.  Sugar

I say I love wine.  And I do, I do.  But if I'm watching my weight (I'm always watching my weight,
just sometimes I watch it go the wrong way), I pick dessert over wine.  Craving chocolate is part of the whole migraine cycle, so I tell myself I can't control it, my headache needs it.  I am powerless.  I take sugar, not Splenda in my coffee.  And if we're being real, no one knows for sure fake sugar isn't completely toxic.  Like, now Diet Coke makes you fat too.  Why the hell would I drink Diet Coke if it wasn't making me skinny?  I know sugar is the enemy.  I also know those girls in the size jeans I want to wear eat less sugar than me.  But I love it.  I pick it over a buzz.

3.  Natalie

In keeping with my music theme, I have to include this song:

I remember when I got my first radio.  It was this thin boom box with a tape player in the middle.  Every night I would read my library books and listen to the top 8 at 8.  I remember praying for them to play Faith by George Michael and jumping up and down when it came on the very next song.  I remember getting Mariah Carey's Someday and playing it on repeat, which then was playing and then rewinding.  I love pop music.  I LOVE pop music with a little soul.

About two weeks ago, I was playing Natalie in the car.  D told me he didn't like it.  When I picked him up from school he requested it.  Then he wanted it again and again.  When we got home, he  pulled a chair up the the counter, popped my iPhone in our speakers and started learning the words.  Watching him discover the love, the need, the fascination with a new song took me back.  I'm a little jealous of all the great songs he will discover in the next few years, but grateful I will get to listen to them on repeat and jam with him in the kitchen.

Oh, and I'm completely aware that Natalie's lyrics are, um, not age appropriate.  I've been explaining metaphors and hyperbole to D.  Not that he gets it, but he told me he thought Natalie was wearing a red cape like Little Red Riding Hood and carrying a sack of gold coins.