So sometimes my son doesn't sleep so well. There's no real excuse, he just wants his mommy...or his daddy, depending on who comes first(he'll want the opposite). He's a very particular child-everything has to be "just so." For example, when I went to see what was the matter at 5am, he wanted a "BI-PER CHANGE." He's been getting through the night dry for some time now, so I didn't really believe him, but he insisted, so I changed him. I didn't have my stash upstairs, so he just got some flats fastened together with Boingos. That was not satisfactory. He wanted his black diaper, or at the very least, a blue Snappi. WHO CARES? YOU'RE GOING TO SLEEP!
But he cared. I haven't got the learning curve on the Boingos yet, so I had to come back 5 minutes later to readjust the diaper because it came undone. This time I pinned. He refused to go to sleep, even after we pulled out all our usual tricks.
Finally at 5:45 I gave up and got dressed for the day. I told Allan to turn his alarm off so he could get some sleep. Today is a special day, I'm going to doula training orientation over an hour away. I got dressed accordingly and rescued my son from his bed and stumbled down the stairs to start some much needed coffee.
First he just whined at me. A LOT. What did he want? Probably more sleep, but he was being a stubborn toddler. Then he whined for milk. I got him a sippy of milk and that upset him because he wasn't being held while I screwed the lid onto the cup.
We sat at the table and I read my daily bible passages aloud to him while he sipped his milk. When the coffee was done, I got up to get a cup and he cried. I threatened him with evil mommy if I didn't get my caffeine and he backed off just enough for me to grab it and sit at the computer. I thought we were good and he'd just chill on my lap.
Nope. Then he whined that he went "poo-poo." He calls pee poop, so I cautiously checked to make sure it was, in fact, only pee and I got lucky. I took the diaper off and he insisted that he sit on his Elmo potty. He did and when I tried to put another diaper on, he screamed bloody murder. Not wanting to wake the house, I let him sit on me pantsless.
Let me just say that there was a time in my life when I thought that boys and girls were not really any different...that society placed different expectations on them and that was why they grew up differently. I started to get a hint after I had children, but it didn't *really* hit home until I brought my little guy home from the hospital and had my first realization of, "boys are stinky." Hey...you gotta start somewhere, right?
That in mind, letting him sit on me pantsless was probably not the smartest move ever, because, well, he marked his territory and now I smell like toddler boy pee. *Gross*
I forced him into a diaper and looked down at my shirt, only to discover he had also wiped snot ALL OVER it during his fits.
When he was forced into his diaper, he then whined at me for a bowl of oats and after he had gotten a few bites in his tummy, he demanded I change him into his "CAR WOOLIES"
He got a hole in his sleeping woolies and I sewed a patch onto them with some scrap wool a friend sent me. I'm a terrible seamstress, but he thinks they are amazing.
After I changed him (do you get the feeling my son might be a hair spoiled?) I pulled him into my lap again, where he proceeded to wipe even more snot on me and press his cold sippy into my chest. In the midst of that discomfort I noticed that his breathing was getting a little deeper and more rhythmic. I looked down at his face to see his eyelids drooping and, after a few minutes, caught that picture up there.
My son doesn't sleep on me much anymore...probably hardly at all since he started walking. The dead weight of this toddler is putting my arm to sleep right now, but I know if I lay him down he will wake up and it will be hell. I have to leave in 30 minutes, but he's just so precious. I can't move him. Here's praying my husband comes to rescue me in a few minutes and I can get changed before I have to drive north.
I hope your day is starting as sweet, without the bitter to go with it ;)
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