“What does exhausted mean?”, Jedi asks.
“Really tired”, I reply. “Like Mommy. Mommy is exhausted.”
It could be worse. When Buzz was a baby, bed time was a nightmare. In order to get him asleep, we had to hold him and sway upright. Side to side, side to side. At times, there was a little bit of a bounce or rocking motion thrown in for good measure. This dance would last for hours some nights. He would be passed back and forth between J and I, as one of us gave up, crying in frustration (that was usually me). Until finally. Finally, his eyes closed. Then, there was the matter of laying him down without stirring and if he did, back to square one. I’m not even going to start on middle of the night wakings.
So I know it could be worse.
In comparison, Abby has been a decent sleeper. I refused to go through what we did with Buzz, so there was never any rocking or swaying or losing my ever-loving mind at midnight. I guess I’ve learned a few things this time around. Go figure.
What I’ve yet to figure out, however, is how to get a kid to slumber through the night before age 2. I’ve heard of it happening, I know it can, just apparently not in my house. Abby will shift and whine numerous times a night, always going right back to sleep once comforted, but that wakes me up completely in the process. I haven’t had a good night’s rest in… wait, what year is it?
Like I said, I know it could be worse. But if I don’t get a solid night of sleep soon, my brain may start oozing out of my ears.