Choo-choo woke up two hours earlier than usual this morning and refused to go back to sleep. After yesterday morning–when he quietly removed all the drawers from his dresser and placed them on the floor then filled the drawers with his toys–and yesterday afternoon–when he absolutely refused to lie down in bed and put up such a fight that I ended up sobbing in the bathroom while Diesel tended to our son–I was so not mentally and emotionally prepared for another sleepy time battle.
I so desperately wanted more shut-eye. Continue reading “When the course of mindset is up in the air”
For the past several days, I have been woken up at least twice a night by my son Choo-choo. Lack of sleep is usually bad for just about everyone, me included. I end up exhausted, obviously, but there is more to it than that.
Little to no sleep leaves me crabby, anxious and even dizzy, especially with the medication I take before bed each night. This means I sometimes Continue reading “What becomes of the sleep-deprived?”
Just the other day, I was getting Choo-choo ready for another naptime. He went potty, we brushed his teeth, and I gave him a small cup of water to drink. I also let him stand in the kitchen and drink from his water bottle since I knew he’d ask for water as soon as we climbed into bed. I assumed giving him water downstairs would nip that upstairs thirst, or “thirst” aka stalling, in the bud.
Wow, was I wrong! Continue reading “When push comes to shove, Mommy style”
My bed is calling to me right now. Choo-choo kept me up for two and a half hours in the middle of the night. No matter how many times I rocked him, sang to him, cuddled with him, and gave him hugs and kisses, he just wouldn’t lie in his bed for longer than ten or so minutes without yelling for me again.
I was angry and frustrated about it. I mean, come on. He deprived me of nearly three hours of desperately needed sleep.
Then I started to think. Continue reading “Late night revelation”
Choo-choo woke up in the middle of the night again.
A small part of me was instantly annoyed. I mean, I was exhausted. I didn’t want to rock. I didn’t want to answer a million questions. I just wanted to sleep. The rest of me worried why he was crying as in sobbing and not just whining or calling out to me like normal. Continue reading “Bad night in dreamland”
Good Monday Morning!
I am not much of a morning person. At all. Just about anyone who knows me can attest to that. I turn off my alarms or ignore them. I snap at people who try to wake me up, even if they are being super nice about it. Diesel used to tell me that I often growled at him.
You read that right. “Growled.” Continue reading “Waking up to face the day”
Diesel and I were discussing our next vacation the other day. If we could fit another trip in or not. We came to the sad conclusion that we probably won’t be able to camp anymore this year.
Well, more sad for him than me. If you recall, we had quite a few miserable, disastrous vacations. Sure, we had some not quite so bad trips, too. I just feel like I am over this whole “camping with a toddler who doesn’t want to sleep at night” thing. Mama needs her sleep too much for that.
We used to camp in the autumn all the time, Diesel and I. We had favorite spots picked out and Continue reading “So long to a tradition”