Last night was one of those nights that didn’t go so well. There were reasons:
1. Fuzz has a cold. He has lots of snot and can’t breathe.
2. His Dad left on a red-eye to the east coast. He usually sleeps with him for at least part of the night.
So, basically, everything that normally happens completely went down the toilet last night.
First, he refused to settle down to go to sleep until after 8pm (thank you, Daylight Savings).
Then, he woke up about 45 seconds after his Dad walked out the door. He must have some kind of radar sensor attached to his toe.
He wouldn’t go back to sleep without “nuk” (milk) and when he did fall asleep…
it was directly on top of me. He doesn’t sleep in a crib. Did you get that from the above? He has a twin bed with a barrier so he doesn’t fall out.
Great. Now, I had to reevaluate my whole evening. I kept thinking of all the things I had to do, and wanted to do:
1. Drink a beer.
2. Fold laundry (that would be a have-to)
4. Futz around on Facebook
5. Watch something on Netflix.
Then, I kept thinking, how the heck am I going to get out from under here? I tried to loosen my limbs that were trapped under him so I could eventually shift him off my chest. But that darn radar sensor went off and he woke up.
I would have to wait until he was in a deep sleep. That could take an hour with his stuffy nose. It’s a race to see if I can get out of here before I fall asleep, myself.
After thirty to forty minutes (I’m guessing, because I had no clock or phone nearby). I managed to sneak out into the living room. I sat down at my computer for approximately 18 seconds before he woke up again.
I attempted to suction his nose, which was met with screaming so loud his brother stirred on the other side of the room. There was a lot of “NO!!!”
This is where I threw in the towel, but not before having my own private tantrum in the bathroom, first.
I let him scream while I got into my pajamas and brushed my teeth. I lifted him up and brought him into my own bed, where he proceeded to sleep on top of me for the entire night. At some point, his brother woke up and joined us.
I guess, while Daddy is gone, it’s just gonna be a big sleepover in Mommy’s bed. There are worse things, but at some point, I’m might need a nap.