Where did I put my motivation?
Somehow I misplaced my motivation. I think I lost it somewhere between the transition to the toddler bed and the new “non-napping” kid I have. It seems that if I lose just a few hours of sleep that I turn into this grumbly, bitchy, whiny, lump-in-pj’s who slumps around in a zombie like state. I am not hunting brains though, just caffeine! Coffee… hot, warm, barely tepid or straight up cold, I am guzzling it. I am stashing redbulls in every corner and drawer in the refrigerator. All just too make it until 8pm when I put the boy to sleep. My sweet-darling boy has decided he isnt going to nap… without a crib or restraints, I am at a loss on how to make him realize a nap is a “good” idea! He used to be so manageable and he would just crawl into my lap around 1 pm, ask to nurse (non-verbally, of course) and then drift off to sleep while nursing. Well, not anymore. I thought the problem might be that he wasnt getting enough energy out and needed to be tired out, so yesterday when the temps jumped from low 60’s to the low 80’s we went outside to play like we used too. I kept crossing my fingers as I chugged my energy drinks… no dice. Wide awake all day long! Now the big problem with ingesting tons of caffeine all day while trying to keep up with an unstoppable toddler is that eventually you crash! I fight it, trying to stay awake, knowing I wont even get any sleep until at least 4am, but to be straight up honest… it sucks. Sometimes I find myself putting on Yo Gabba Gabba so I can sneak out and grab a shower or even a ten minute power nap.
He is doing better in the toddler bed. Much better. Monday was one week and Monday night he slept until around 3am, then woke up. I went in, nursed him to sleep… or so I thought. I got up and he was not asleep. So we played that game for another half hour, until finally he was deep in slumber… I snuck to my bed around 4am and got a nice 4 hours sleep. It was the first night in a week that we did not have a kid in our bed by 8am! Then last night, even more progress… he woke at 3 am, and I fully expected to repeat the process from last night… I got out of bed and before I got to my door, he had already fallen back to sleep! I jumped back in bed and fell asleep smiling!!! I expected to wake up in an hour to have to go to him, but he must have either cried quietly (HAHA yeah right!) or he slept right on through to 8am. Now this is all well and good, but I still did not get more than 4 hours sleep. So I asked Josh to put on PBS and give the little Boo-bear a few mini-pancakes and a banana. I also asked him to pick up the dogs food and water before he left. He came in to kiss me goodbye and I asked again,
“Did you pick up the Dog’s food and water for me?”
“Yeah, I did.” and he kissed me goodbye. I felt happy. The baby boy slept nearly the whole night and I get to stay in bed until he decides to get distracted from the boob-tube and come bother me to get at my boobs! I can nurse in my sleep though, so I fully expected to get an 45 mins of sleep at least… and I did…
but it came with a price!
Roughly 45 minutes later… like clockwork, my little guy came running in, making lots of noise in his footie pj’s. He climbed into the bed and jumped on me. Normally I find this so adorable, but today I did not. He was soaking wet! Instantly I knew that the only place he could have found that amount of water was the dog’s dish… I jumped up, stripped the kid down, and went to the laundry room where we are keeping the dog’s food. Sure enough, water and wet mushy dog food all over the floor. So I had a good time cleaning that up.
I called Josh and squawked, “I thought you said you put the dogs food and water up for me??!!”
“I did.” He said.
I then looked at the washer and dryer and could see that he may have, but only put them on the edge rather than move a laundry basket full of clothes. His sheer laziness infuriates me. I then went off about how I feel like I am taking care of two children and that he is always unreliable and blah-blah-blah. All falling on deaf ears, I’m sure. I think I hung up, bitching about having to mop the floor. He sent me a text about 5 minutes later saying “I’m sorry.”
and I replied “I love you, stupid.”
and he replied “I love you too, bitchy.”
At least I have an excuse though… 4 hours sleep and waking up to a sopping wet child on your chest, followed by cleaning up soggy wet dog food would dampen anyone’s day… he on the other hand, has no excuse. ((((DUH))))
So I have filled my housekeeping quota for the day! Although I might watch Hoarders later. Every time I watch that show I get this amazing burst of energy and clean everything… even those toast crumbs out of the toaster. They should have a Hoarders channel, then I could put Martha Stewart to shame.
In other news, I am mailing out my Christmas cards and gifts tomorrow… permitting that Josh does not forget or put it off. I also got a new book on the Kindle. I was torn between 3 books, Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential, High on Arrival by Mackenzie Phillips, and NutureShock: New Thinking About Children … I was torn, but eventually chose the Mackenzie Phillips book. I am sure I will eventually read all 3, but I am sure the Phillips book will be the most shocking and juicy. I have to admit the writing is already surpassing and expectation I had. If she wrote it herself, she is a good writer and shocking details aside, she should be commended for such good writing… by the way, I am only on chapter 1. My fear about this book was that all the good stuff had been discussed on Oprah. Chapter one has proved to be pretty intense. What a wild childhood she and her brother endured. It surprises me that so many people even survived the 60’s and 70’s. I will be sure to let you all know how the book turns out. So far though, chapter one is promising and it looks like it may be worth the $8.10 I paid.