This morning got off to what I’m going to call a rough start. And in my mind that’s mild for what I would actually like to call it. Because really? If I could’ve gone back to bed for a do-over, I would’ve.
My toddler? Does not sleep through the night. And when he wakes up crying, it’s a full-on cry like something’s wrong. He’s not manipulating me or crying out for me or making unreasonable toddler demands in the middle of the night. It is the cry of fear or pain or both. And so we go to him. In part because we practice many facets of attachment parenting and in part because WE ARE HIS PARENTS and it’s our duty as such to be there for him when he needs us.
I know the doctor is going to yell at me about this next week when I take him for his 2 year visit and I’m going to leave there feeling like a pile of poopsandwich because, not only does my child NOT sleep, I’ve just been lectured on it. And he’ll get shots. Awesome.
Anyway, this morning.
I went to bed at 11:00 last night and couldn’t fall asleep and at 11:50, Joshua started crying. So I took that one.
At 3:30, (or was it 4:30??) he was awake again. Only Dan took this shift. Thank God.
And at 5:00?
Yep. Crying again.
I shouldn’t have laid back down when he woke up at 5:00. I should’ve just gotten up and started the day. I know that would’ve been the wiser decision to make. But it’s not the one I made.
Bonehead move, that one.
Today? Let’s just say that today I’m thankful for two things.
Jeans day, where I paid $2 to wear jeans that I grabbed FROM THE DIRTY CLOTHES, courtesy of Special Olympics fundraising here at the school.
And dry shampoo.