Have you seen it? It’s calm, cool, collected. It takes deep breaths, smiles a lot, has a few activities up her sleeve? It’s been missing for at least 48 hours.
Oh, the terrible twos. Peanut and I are currently involved in a power struggle of massive proportions magnified by the fact that he’s taking the same jump out of bed tact that he used when we were attempting the big boy bed, only now he’s scaling his crib walls in a single bound, thereby going on his third day in a row with no nap.
My patience is wearing as thin as peanut’s sleep-deprived skin.
It looks like we’ll be going back to the big boy set-up to avoid any headers in the dark out of the crib and hope we can institute afternoon rest time in lieu of a nap, should this trend continue. But I’m just not ready. I haven’t had a moment to myself in three days (I’m stealing this time while he’s reading books in his room). I doubt every decision and word out of my mouth. I’ve yelled more times than I care to even admit.
I’m tired of arguing about washing hands, cleaning up, buckling up…why can’t he hear those requests when he very easily and eagerly hears ones related to playing at the playground, having a snack or watching a video?
This too shall pass…and until it does, thank goodness for mom’s night out tonight. As long as the bartender doesn’t give me attitude, I should be in a much better state of mind in about 5 hours.