I’m experiencing temporary insanity. The culprit is a twenty pound tyrant who has been hounding me for three straight nights. Have I dealt constructively with the challenge?
I’ve consumed approximately one pound of cookie dough and a third of a chocolate bar. She’s been crying off and on for forty five minutes and I’m trying to block it out while typing this. Despite diaper changes, temperature adjustments, teething tablets, soothing songs and her total lack of sleep over the past two days, she seems to be up for the challenge of a good wail for hours to come.
On top of that, my three year old didn’t nap today and was having constant meltdowns all afternoon that coincided perfectly with the baby’s hysteria. Did they concoct this torture plan ahead of time?
No—the truth is it’s all my fault. I wanted a dishwasher. For the last two miserable nights we’ve been visiting my mother because our kitchen is being torn apart and remodeled. My baby, who normally slumbers in her crib pretty well, reminds me at regular hourly intervals that she’s not happy with the transition. On top of that my three year old isn’t napping well, nor is he coping with being away from home. Neither am I.
At times like these, when my very bones ache with exhaustion, I’m not so chipper about hanging out the laundry or blending up homemade baby food. ( or EVER traveling ANYWHERE again!) So—honestly, I have to say that for me sleep is an essential part of being a good parent and a greener parent.
Did you end up traveling anywhere with baby for spring break? Did you experience the same nocturnal misery? I sincerely hope you didn’t!