As I am typing this post – this little girl is next to me. I mean, I just.took.this.picture. She didn’t even make it 1 hour in her bed alone. You see folks, she is not a crier. She is a SCREAMER. A roof raising screamer. I will swear hands down that she wakes up because she hates to be by herself. She finds comfort in the touch or feel of someone next to her. I think it is a “twin thing.” I get her & bring her to bed, she goes right to sleep. She is no trouble once she is in bed with us. This is how she prefers it. I can do whatever in this room – blog, clean, organized & she would not wake up. Put her back in her crib alone…she would scream to high heaven. Keeping in mind, Mason is in that room. Mason can *usually* sleep through her screaming for a few minutes. But after while, the entire block is awake. Making life miserable for me trying to get 3 back to bed. 2 out of the 3 end up with me in bed. I am not a co-sleeping kind of mom. I am not against it, I am not for it. Plain & simple I don’t sleep well with them in bed with me. I can handle one. And, normally this is how it is every night. This little pixie right here by me – 9 out of 10 nights. If I turn over she immediately works her way over just so she can touch me & she will fall right back to sleep. I prefer this situation versus having 2 or even 3 in the same bed. Because if Mason wakes up, he is up – if you know what I mean. He sleeps hard. (Thank goodness!) But once he is awake – there is no way of putting him back in bed for a while. What to do? What to do?
On another note, of mommyhood – I know I would of been fired if this were a real job in the real world today. I know I don’t usually talk about this type of stuff often, but I guess I needed to type it out. We can go from one extreme to another around here in less then a day. This afternoon flipped upside down with a certain 4 y.o. There are days when he makes a choice not to listen all day. He choose this afternoon to pack as much mischief as he possibly could in & it was all I could do to hold it together & not show my very impatient self. I jokingly say some days, that I locked myself in the nursery so I can get a 2 minute break. Well, today I took about 7 minutes & had to count to ten several times before I came out the door. Luckily, it worked & when I came out the door, there he was on the floor, trying to look underneath the doorway to see me. There are “No Breaks” in this Mommy-hood job. NONE.
When tucking him in bed tonite, he asked if he could say prayer. (Usually, I do or his Daddy) but tonite he said, “Dear Jesus, thank you for my best friend Mommy & my dog Shady.” I guess he knew I needed to hear something like that.
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