It’s been a rough few days. Someone, I’m not naming names but it starts with the letter A and ends with ‘dele’, decided that her bedtime was no longer 7:30 or 8. Nope, apparently it’s now 10 p.m. And so I’ve been spending my evenings trying to get the little stinker to sleep and it doesn’t really work and she doesn’t seem to be in pain, like she’s teething, she’s just awake. WIDE AWAKE. AT 10 P.M. I’m not even that awake that late. And that’s usually my only time to myself. I don’t feel completely sane without those couple of hours before I go to bed to knit, watch TV or read. As a result, I’m losing my mind and my comprehensive abilities. (I don’t know. At this point I’m just making shit up.)
I thought for sure yesterday evening would be better since she refused her afternoon nap. REFUSED! Her no-napping brother even went to sleep. But nope. I think maybe it was the screaming fit that wore her out in the library that evening (Sorry. That was us.) She fell asleep at on the 3 minute drive home at 7 and decided that was enough. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING. IT IS A THREE MINUTE DRIVE. Once I tried to get her to sleep for the night, she just wasn’t having it. So since I was feeling my blood pressure rising and my fingertips tingling from irritation, I took her downstairs to let my husband take over for a little while. If I just stay in her room and try to rock her to sleep when it’s not working, all it does is drive me crazy.
So, she was finally out by 10, only to be up by 1:30. Every time I got her to sleep she’d just wake back up so I put her in bed with us so at least I could be laying down. She finally settled down around 2:30, but of course I didn’t sleep very well. And we were all up again by 6:30.
And I haven’t had a shower and I’m pretty sure I’m not going to get one and I desperately need it and so do all my children, especially Sebastian since he took all his clothes off sometime last night and peed in his bed and the stupid ‘waterproof’ mattress cover apparently doesn’t work on pee, or at least my child’s so I’ve got to clean that up (again) but I’ve got to time the shop-vac usage around the little one’s naptime so that doesn’t wake her up and it has to be dry by his naptime but I don’t have any baking soda and I may be losing my shit.
Somebody bring me some wine.
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| You're not fooling anyone with that cuteness you little demon. |
I'll bring ya some wine. I BIG time remember those days with anna and paul. We have finally gotten to the age where they are chilling out a LITTLE bit. It has gotten better now that Anna is almost 3. But boy oh boy was it WILD and EXHAUSTING when anna was a baby and paul was 3. Anna was a SCREAMER. I would call roger at work, crying into the phone "PLEASE I NEED SOME HELP."
ReplyDeleteseriously maybe we could put the kids in the strollers and have a sip and stroll wine party through the neighborhood. :)
I think that sounds awesome! Her sleep-time craziness wouldn't be nearly as bad if Sebastian wasn't also testing all his boundaries on a half-hourly basis. It's driving me insane!
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