I’d been looking forward to today, Saturday, all week. A day that would be, “my” day.
An afternoon at the library or book store, just to relax, browse quietly, leisurely flip through books and magazines and even start making some headway on the growing list of post ideas I have not been able to work on the past few weeks.
Yesterday evening, bedtime goes well with my son. He’s tired and goes down fairly easily, this is a good sign.
This morning around 5am, he’s at my side of the bed, asking for my phone and wanting to listen to music.
Through the week, he gets up around 6:45am. WTF is going on here. I give him the phone and lay back down. From five to six thirty is on and off sleep in-between toddler requests and promises mommy will get up soon.
I get up and force my eyes to focus, feet to move, mind to function. I close the bedroom door so my husband can sleep.
That's right buddy, it was a good day.
The moment I opened my eyes Thursday morning, I was already filled with dread. My son has been hit hard by allergies this week, not so much during the day but at night, he has been waking up coughing and so congested he just can’t sleep. We’ve been to the doctor, he’s taking allergy medicine, we’re doing breathing treatments as needed, which he really hates. It’s just going to take time.
Wednesday night, for two and a half hours, my son coughed and sniffled and tossed and turned next to me. As soon as I woke up, All I felt was exhausted and was instantly dreading the day.
A few days prior, I had a chance to get caught up on some of the blogs I love to read – and they were awesome. Jennifer at Just Jennifer is always positive and inspiring, reading her last few posts completely changed me mood from poor me to “that was so cool!” “I am so lucky” and Jennifer is freaking amazing.
I think because of this, as quickly as the dread crept in, my mind switched to to “how many good things can I think of that have happened this week?”
I am sitting on the edge of my son’s bed in the dim glow of his night-light. Bed time stories, hugs and kisses are just the beginning of our night time journey anymore. He now often wants a travel companion when heading down the road to sleep. Often, that companion is me.
No trouble falling asleep in the car of course…
The weekend went by too fast as usual and had it’s ups and downs but at least some of my reading and hard work was not for nothing. Sunday afternoon was spent putting in place “operation toddler sleep”.
In our continuing saga of ‘holy shiitake mushrooms, I’ve never been this tired in my life’, today was another rough one. Luckily, hope is in sight.
After two time-outs this afternoon resulting from several incidents of throwing toys, kicking and lots of crying, I decided mom needed a time-out as well.
This morning making coffee, I could not remember how much water I’d put in and how many scoops should follow.
This is not an unusual occurrence I’m afraid. Being extremely tired combined with facing rapid fire questions like “What’s that mom?”, “What does a key do?” and “Why can’t I have a Popsicle now?” will sometimes make it difficult to multitask first thing in the morning or keep track of important information like how much coffee was I just about to make. Continue reading