I have got to be the most well-rested mother of a toddler on the planet. You see, ever since baby came home from her weekend away, she has been totally off her routine. Where she once went to bed at 730 with no complaints, she now fights it every step of the way. If I even look like I’m about to take her upstairs to bed to falls out prostrate on the floor crying.
When I put her in her bed (well actually it’s the guest bed but you know what I mean) she screams a cry of pure terror. I try to ignore it, but I usually only last about 15 minutes before my heart bleeds and I have to rescue her. I end up getting in bed with her or bringing her to my bed. I can’t watch tv or read with her in the bed because it distracts her, so I have to just pretend I am sleeping, which usually results in actually falling asleep.
I’ve been going to bed around 830 every night this week. My blog is suffering. My laundry is suffering. My DVR is suffering!
I have to get this girl back on schedule. She is not getting enough sleep and it is affecting her overall demeanor. In addition to fighting bedtime, she has general bouts of unpleasantness. Like last night when she re-damn-fused to get out of her wagon which, btdubs is not meant for her little 30 pound booty. It’s not even meant for the indoors but I am trying to pick my battles with her this week.
If I survive the toddler years it will be a miracle.