Today’s lesson: If you really wanted to help, then you would have offered to get up with the crying baby instead of offering to stay in bed with him.
It’s summer and school just let out last week. That means that Grandma is back in town – or more specifically back in the guest room. I guess here is where I make a couple confessions: 1) I co-sleep with the baby. This comes from not wanting to spend hours sleeping in the rocking chair like I did with Liam. 2) We kicked Ian out of bed (and into the guest room) so that all three of us could get more sleep. We’ve had the occasional guest since Grandma left last year, but they all stayed for only one (weekend) night and we suffered through it. Grandma’s visit is different: it lasts about a month.
Just once I’d like Ian to be the one to get Aiden out the door for school (on time) all the while trying to keep the other two boys in bed so he can get some more sleep because the little ones wouldn’t go to bed until early in the morning. On that day, I’d send him a text message 10 minutes before his alarm goes off and continue to send them until his alarm does go off. Maybe, just maybe, the baby will be up before Aiden is out the door so he’ll have to stay up anyway. And on that day, Liam will be a sick, clingy, cranky-pants who will want his father to do nothing AND everything all at the same time and will probably yell about everything while refusing to nap or eat. Then I will come home after dinner has been served, gobble it down and run away to another room all the while complaining about how I need to unwind – keep the kids away – because it was such a stressful day. I may or may not help to get the kids ready for bed and then, when he’s completely exhausted, I’ll tell him that I have to go to bed because I have to get up in the morning and he can handle the two kids that are still awake because they’re “almost asleep” anyway.
Filed under General, Rant
Once upon a time, in a distant life, I used to love the Fall time change. That was when I got an extra hour of in the morning or could stay up an hour later and not pay for it. Things have changed.
Now that I’m an adult with children of my own to look after, I’m supposed to be responsible. That means not staying up unnecessarily late or not sleeping in past a reasonable time. It also means making sure the kids get to bed at a decent time and that they have breakfast when they wake up in the morning. Since Callan was born, I’ve mostly been able to get Aiden off to school and hop back in bed for for an extra 30 minutes before Liam gets up. That thirty minutes was often my lifeline to sanity. Well no more!
Thanks to Fall Back and an East facing bedroom window, I now have Liam getting up before Aiden’s finished his breakfast (and sometimes before he even starts). This, of course, means that I don’t get my little nap. Instead, I get to stay up and get breakfast for another little boy and watch as they prevent each other from eating. This is, of course, a surefire way to turn a peaceful morning into a whiny “Stop it” fest which I will have to interrupt in order to preserve what little sanity I may have in the morning.
The early morning wake-ups wouldn’t be so bad if only ALL of the kids would go to sleep at a decent time. As it stands, Callan has been keeping me up late and preventing me from sleeping once I get into bed which leaves me rather exhausted when I get up to make Aiden’s lunch.
Maybe some year in the future, I’ll be able to enjoy that extra hour again…but this is not that year.
Filed under Baby, General
The Napping House by Audrey Wood, Illustrated by Don Wood
“There is a house, a napping house where everyone is sleeping.” That’s not my house but the book most certainly is in it somewhere. We received this one from my parents for Christmas a couple years ago. Liam was only 19 months at the time and it turned out, that was far too young. Though Chapters recommends 0-24 months, I’d have to say that there’s a gap in there where your little one won’t have the attention span to listen to you read it though he or she may enjoy looking at the pictures (without reading the text) as they are quite delightful. Now that Liam is three+ he’s better at paying attention (sort of) and consequently The Napping House has been added to our arsenal of bedtime stories.
I ran into this video of someone reading the story and the beginning is almost exactly how I try to read it for Liam. Granted, it may start out as a calm peaceful read but by the end you may just accidentally wake your little one up. Though this is yet another book I may not have picked up on my own, I consider it a wonderful addition to our collection.
Back in December, I started updating my Facebook status with little lessons that the boys or I (and occasionally my husband) learned or should have learned that day. Recently, I’d been thinking of doing something more than just posting on Facebook, but couldn’t get it beyond the thought. Then, a friend of mine mentioned that she was thinking about starting a blog about her experiences as a new parent. When I told her that I had been thinking about it as well, she revealed that my little Lesson of the Day posts had been part of her inspiration. Finally, when she started her blog, it spurred me into action since I had been thinking about it long enough.
Now, here are the Lessons that inspired me:
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Out of three kids, we’ve got all of one trained to go to bed when he’s told. That would be the 9-year-old. The toddler put in a brief stint of going to bed at 8:00PM last summer and then started sleeping in, napping late, and staying up late again starting in September. We’ve been trying to get him to go to sleep earlier again since then.