My kids. I’ve decided that my kids are in charge. Specifically the toddler.
(I’ll just never let them in on that little tid bit of information).
Who sets and alters bedtimes, meals, snacks and everything in between? Me. Who goes and changes things on me out of nowhere? My kids. I feel like we’re back in the “first year stage”, when things are constantly changing and you never know which direction to go as it’s hitting you upside the head – usually because you’re too sleep deprived to know which end is up.
I guide them, provide structure, allow them to sometimes fail to learn important lessons, praise their achievements and wipe their bums, but those little stinkers have a mind (and internal clock) of their own.
Just these past few weeks, my toddler has decided he’s done with naps or he’s going through a major case of separation anxiety. He basically quit cold turkey. I’m not all that surprised by this because he’s lived his whole
two years of life in the fast lane (hello running at eight months), but what makes it worse is that he’s not at an age where I can reason with him. With the other two, if they didn’t nap, they rested. They needed that reset to function the rest of the day. How do you tell a stubborn toddler who’s way too eager to grow up that it’s time to “rest” or read quietly in his room?
No really, how do you do it?
Now I know I’m not the first mom to go through this (and some of you probably stopped reading after you read the words “my TODDLER isn’t napping anymore”), but sympathize with me for a second here. A major change in your child’s world takes a toll on everyone involved… Especially mom’s sleep.
I’m so tired right now. I’m physically jealous that he can just decide to drop a few hours of sleep while I crave a few more hours of sleep. Coffee and wine have been an essential part of my week so far.
So much so that I had to write “wine” on my shopping list this morning. But not just “wine” I had to remind myself to get four or five bottles of it. And that was after three cups of coffee. Sure two of the bottles are thank you gifts, but the rest is all mine – especially after pouring the last little bit of wine only to have my oldest run by and knock it over. I will never allow running out of wine ever again – especially when a kid messes up anything to do with sleep.
So cheers to my toddler for proving that, in the grand scheme of things, he has the power to rule the house (or at least the amount of sleep and work time I get).
Do you sometimes feel like your kids are in charge?