Limelet was up for two hours in the middle of the night again on Saturday after having a pretty good night Friday, so Sunday I was exhausted and really looking forward to taking his nap with him midday. We had a 2:30 app't to sign our lease, so I had to make sure that he got up in the morning early enough to be sleepy for an early-ish (or at least not late) nap, and I did get him up on time. It worked--to a point. He fell asleep on the porch in my arms pretty early (before I could even get his lunch in him), and I took him upstairs to bed. However, he woke up as soon as he hit the bed, and despite nursie and everything did NOT go back to sleep. I tried repeatedly, but he just was not doin' it. Which is weird, because he usually takes his midday nap quite easily.
So at that point I was miserable. Not just the lack of sleep from the night before, but cumulatively. I so desperately wanted to sleep. Just a little! I was so tired it hurt. And we had that meeting to go to, that I had so carefully planned the day around. I was actually crying by two hours later.
Luckily, the lease meeting went well, though TheLimey showed great faith in my character by asking [for verity of storytelling read in mock-dopey voice] "You're not going to break down in front of them or something, are you?" Now, has he not been at all watching me function under these conditions for the past three years? Anyway. The house was even better than we remembered it being, and the yard even larger. The landlord & -lady both showed up for the signing. Did I mention there's a peach tree and an apple tree? And the supposedly double lot is more like a triple lot? And the little fish pond actually still has some fish in it that apparently survived the winter? And it has four bedrooms (!?), and is even closer to Limelet's favorite on-campus playground and to my current work? We were pinching ourselves (metaphorically, anyway) at having gotten this great place, for so much lower than most places in the area. It was cheaper than a couple pretty crappy, tiny places we originally looked at. We have been experiencing the opposite of buyer's remorse, if there's a name for that. True, we will be paying two months' overlapping rent, but it's still a cheaper year, and definitely cheaper over two years or three. The guy mentioned that there were a lot of disappointed people that day (apparently from his vast stack of applicants.)
We lucked out with this one. I wonder how much the "Dr." on my business card helped, though. I bet my 22-year-old self wouldn't have been as much competition.
So anyway--we hung out there for a while letting Limelet play in the yard (overfeeding the fish, of course) and gawking at our various rooms. It did improve my mood greatly. I just start completely losing control of my emotions when I'm that tired, but outside events help. We went home at 5 (still no sleepy Limelet) and TheLimey took Limelet to the back yard, directing me to take a nap.
I thought if I could just get half an hour's sleep it would save me. At first I had trouble falling asleep because I could hear Limelet crying for me, but then things quieted down. When I woke up I was shocked to find it was already 7:30! TheLimey brought a sleeping Limelet in to the bedroom. We both thought he'd wake up when put down, but he stayed asleep. Then we thought he'd wake up at 8 and be awake until 2 or 3. In fact, he stayed asleep (with minimal help) until 6 this morning. Amazing! We actually watched 40 minutes or so of our Dr. Who Netflic that's been gathering dust for the past few weeks. I was able to get about 6 hours of sleep in a row, which is not a record (he slept for 6 hours once before), but pretty close to it.
We'd like to think we could do this again, but I'm sure it was a one-off. I still feel fried, but a lot better.