It’s been a rough few days of little sleep and LOTS of whining (from both mama and son). And so, today, on my day off, I figured that I would let the house go a bit, and rest while Potamus rests. I haven’t done that since maternity leave, and by God I deserve a mid-day sleep.
But karma had other plans.
I had nestled into our comfy (and empty) king-sized bed. I had let my mind wander, and get drowsy, and didn’t pick up my cell phone at all. I got up to pee once (or three times, whatever), but felt relaxed and hopeful, for at least an hour long nap. But then, I heard crying. I tried to ignore it. The whimpering got louder. I prayed he would go back to sleep, that it was just some rustlings on his way back to dreamland. Alas, after ten minutes I realized he meant business. I had let my guard down, had almost been asleep, and now, wide awake with a messy house and a fussy toddler.
At daycare Potamus naps from 11-1, sometimes 1:30. With grandma, yesterday, he napped from 8-9:30 and from 2-4:30. Today, for me, he napped from 11-12.
I feel like crying.
And, to top it all off, all he will eat is graham and fishy crackers.
boof & monk-monk 
this brings it back to me. It can be such a hard time. Best wishes from someone who still remembers a day like yours. On the positive, i’ve survived and live every day!
Yeah, my parents laughed when I told them and said, “someday when your kids are grown and gone you will sleep” and I said “um, thanks, but thinking about AT LEAST 17 years from now is daunting!” Haha 🙂
thanks for dropping by AND for the encouragement!