Just last week I actually took the time to make a note in my gratitude journal, the one that I haven’t touched in over a year. I had been feeling especially grateful for some time so I wanted to document that feeling.
I am thankful for a little boy who does not fight naps. I love how he knows when it’s nappy-nigh-night time and starts sucking his thumb when we walk into his room.
My little Bug typically takes two good naps a day….that is, he did, until I wrote down my gratitude.
As of this week, Bug has decided that he hates naps with a vengeance. Yesterday, he took his morning nap with only a little resistance. It lasted an hour, acceptable but on the short end of his nap spectrum. Come afternoon, however, I was met with a tornado’s fury of resistance. After turning into Mr. Crankerpants, perpetual yawns and eye rubbing, it was clear that nap time was necessary. For TWO HOURS I attempted to put him down. I tried ignoring the “I’M BEING TORTURED” screaming, hoping he’d fall asleep. I tried teething tablets in case his gums were aching. I tried removing him from standing (new trick–but I’m not sure he’s able to sit back down) and putting him back in a sleeping position. I tried cuddling him and singing. I tried nursing him (I’m not one to nurse him to sleep anymore) and all I got were giggles. After two hours, even though his eyes were rimmed red, I gave up.
Typically, my husband doesn’t get home until 7pm on Tuesdays. Buggy usually goes to bed at 7, but I delay bedtime on Tuesdays so he and Daddy can visit, especially since Jesse doesn’t get to see him at all on Monday. Yesterday, delaying bedtime past 6pm seemed impossible. I left Jesse an apologetic message, suggesting he try to get home by 6 if he wanted to see Bug, or at least to call to talk to him if he couldn’t. My poor husband calls at 545, leaving work, frantic to know if Bug will still be awake when he gets home. I extended bath time and then carried the munchkin around naked in his towel for five minutes until Daddy could get home and do the beddy-nigh-night routine.
Of course, having not seen his father for two days (and because Daddy is, by far, the more fun parent), Buggy got a second wind and was full of spastic energy. While the two boys delightfully wrestled and raced each other around my bedroom, I knew that my honey was probably thinking that I had over-reacted and that Bug couldn’t be as tired as I insisted…oh well.
And here we are today…going on an hour of screaming and nap resisting. The crying doesn’t make me want to cry like it did when Bug was tiny. Instead, it makes me want to pull my hair out. Oh, the growing pains of being a baby and of a mother. Wish me luck, folks.