To sleep or not to sleep. With a toddler in the house. Oh. Mi.God. What the heck is going on?
These days the Precious is sleeping all night through. It’s a recent development. Never on my watch of course. Friday night, I stay up late cause yahoo it’s my turn to sleep in on Saturday. By Fridays, I’m tired, my back is aching from wrangling him and the dog. I force myself to stay up late on principle. Of course he sleeps all night but rouses at 6am. Hubby decides to let him keep making noise in hopes he’ll settle. Instead of trying a bit of formula. So of course, the kid keeps it up, you can hear him whipping his toys out the crib. DH FINALLY gets up 45 minutes later, and they go downstairs. I doze a bit before the shrieking fun time wakes me up for good. Grrr. Sigh. It’s overcast after a couple of wonderful sunny days, so I’m a little bitter. Okay, I’m very bitter.
Next night, he sleeps through again. Ah, heaven. We’re both exhausted and sleeping happily. Until 7 am when the phone rings. My mind reasons that it can’t be about my mother, they would call my cell, so I refuse to move. The phone rings again and hubby gets it. It’s never good news, is it? It’s from my frantic sister who is completely stressed out over the latest chapter of hell in her life. I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say there were tears. (Everything is better now, don’t worry.) Ah, let’s move on to coffee. Which is too weak to cheer me up physically.
Now let me remind you I’ve been taken to task that I don’t let him start the day before 7am ever. Cause I’m a selfish bitch for wanting to have a cup of coffee and read my emails in peace and make it through the day without snapping. It’s not a secret that I hate getting up early, but everybody’s day always goes smoother when he gets up later rather than at dawn. If he gets up too early he won’t make it through his weekly little friends class or he’ll fall asleep while we’re walking the dog or doing errands in the morning. So of course, because he’s been up early all weekend, getting him down in the afternoon has been very, very difficult. He gets tired after hitting the ground like a whirling dervish, so he inevitably falls asleep (even if it’s only for 10 minutes in the stroller) a few hours later and then recharges magically after you put him down for his afternoon nap. No afternoon nap means I don’t a head start on dinner or eat lunch or do laundry or make phone calls or go to the bathroom by myself…..you get the picture. Obviously, he won’t be able to make it to dinnertime/bathtime without a meltdown and bedtime will VERY early which GUARANTEES a 5am wake up call or a 2am party.
This morning, unwilling to endure his 6am shenanigans, I got up and got him some milk. It didn’t work. OH. NO. He can no longer tolerate his teddies in his crib and pitches everything across the room and yanks the bedroom curtains into his bed and puts on the Riverdance show from what I’m hearing.
He’s been so tired by 8pm, he’s practically nodding off but as soon as DH gives him a bottle and puts him down, he proceeds to talk and babble and look out the window for over an hour and a half. I’m thinking perhaps it’s the long days. His drapes are heavy and his room is darkened, but not of course, when he pulls the drape off the rod or peeps out of the window. One of us goes back in his room and cuddles and coos to him, and he’s happy to chill out, but sleep? Not so much. This can’t be the beginning of no naps, right? He’s only 17 months old. Please, tell me that.
This is why I make it a daily routine to go to the park or find some activity to run his little butt into the ground. He can now walk home on his own steam from the park which is a ten minute brisk walk from where we live. It takes 45 minutes on his schedule with frequent breaks for drumming on the sidewalk with twigs, but he can do it.
This little powerhouse is building his endurance.
I bought more Red Bull.