Hmmm...I'll go ahead and mark this as a post that won't be printed off for the family journal at the end of the year. It's more of a small-scale vent.
First, let me say that I love my children. I need them like I need air. They color my whole world in better, brighter hues. I would be a sad, sad girl without them.
So now that that's out of the way...
I'm totally sick of my kids today. They're wonderful and funny, but they're also destructive and self-centered. I know that is how kids are, but some days it's hard to cope with! Take sleep, for instance. I don't get any. Yeah, I know. I have a baby, blah, blah, blah. But she's almost 8 months old! Does she need to get up twice a night? No. Does she anyway? Yes. She has been the hardest to sleep train. And the trickiest! She'll do really well for a few nights in a row. Just long enough to make me think she's changed her ways. I'm so happy that I share the news with friends. Me at the pool yesterday: "Hey Michelle and Shari, guess what? Sophie has been sleeping straight through until 4 AM lately!" Michelle and Shari: "Hooray! That's awesome." Me at 1 AM when Sophie woke up to spite me: "Dang it!" Me at 5:45 when Sophie woke up AGAIN (and this time for good): "DANG IT!"
So as if Sophie's not bad enough MILES has joined in the mix. It's like some big sleep-deprivation study that they're all working on. It's called, "Let's see how much sleep we can take away from mommy before her head explodes." Miles decided last week that naps really aren't for him. He'd much rather stay awake ALL DAY. And while he's at it, why bother sleeping at night, either! Rest and recuperation are SO over-rated. This kid has turned bed-time into some sort of extreme sport. It starts with night prayers where he's jumping all over the bed and climbing on every possible surface of the bunk bed. We pry him off and put him into bed, sing a few songs and leave the room. Before we've even made it out of the hallway he's behind us asking us to lay down with him. We say, "No Miles. It's bedtime," and then put him back in his bed and leave. Again, the kid materializes out of nowhere and is in front of us asking us to lay down. How did he get out of bed so fast? It's like that movie Jumper. Or maybe it's more like Star Trek and he's got one of those tele-port things. I don't know, but it's slightly eerie. Anyway, this charade goes on for at least 30 minutes. We try to be good parents and not get upset. He's only testing our boundaries, right? We follow all of Super-Nanny's greatest tips. We don't talk to him and don't let him have fun. We just pick him up and take him right back to bed and leave. The whole thing is exhausting, honestly.
But if he stayed asleep it would be worth it. But no. He's started having nightmares (I know, not his fault) so around 10:30 or 11 we hear him start crying and have to go in and calm him down. That's pretty easy. But at some point in the middle of the night he ends up in our bed! WHAT? By that time I'm so annoyed and tired that I just don't care and he ends up spending the remainder of the night with us. This happens at least 3 times a week. Grrrr....
So yeah. I'm tired. REALLY, REALLY tired. And to top it off Sophie has decided that she only needs short naps. I think she just gets woken up by the non-napping Miles and then can't fall asleep. But really, can't I just catch a break? Just on this one thing? How am I really supposed to be getting anything done?!!???!?!?!?!?!
Oh, and did I mention it's over 100 degrees today? Heat always makes me feel lovely:) Nothing so beautiful as a sweaty upper-lip and pitt stains at the end of the day. "Welcome home, honey. Give me a hug."