I promise, this isn't a rip-off of Kristina's similarly themed post.
I have been having a terrible time with Sven Jr. He has something called RSV, which, as I understand it, means he will periodically scare me to death by gasping and wheezing for a few days, then he'll be fine again. When he is having an attack, we use the nebulizer every 4 hours. That's not the problem. The problem is that he is so happy, I can't tell if he's feeling bad until he's feeling so bad that he cries for 8 straight hours.
Which is what happened last night. Sven, of course, is out of town. As a public school band director, he is frequently called off to visit exotic and faraway locales, but he does so in the company of adolescent band students, so I can't really be jealous. However, the children (ours) have a very hard time when Daddy is gone, and when one adds to that Sven Jr.'s current health issues, Mommy gets very little sleep.
Which is why we were watching Vh-1 this morning at 3:20 a.m. I thought the music might somehow be soothing...please don't judge me, I haven't slept in days. I was about to give up and set fire to the house when Sven Jr. suddenly stopped crying and snapped to attention, eyes on the TV
On the TV: Beyonce's video for "Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It)." Sven Jr. watched in silent awe. After the first thirty seconds, I had my laptop out, downloading the video from iTunes, secretly certain that it was coincidence...
Sven Jr. has watched that video fifteen times today. When she smiles, he smiles back. He is starting to say, "Oh, oh, oh," at the right time. He is wiggling right along with her, though his thighs aren't as toned...
I admit, I like Beyonce. She's gorgeous, I like her voice, and I like her work ethic. I just don't like that she's better than me at getting my son to stop crying, that's all. I mean, Beyonce, you've got looks, talent, money, fame, a new husband...can't I have this?