Edit: I wrote this entry two weeks ago. Baby boy has since returned to normal sleep patterns. His mother is grateful.
A wise mother once said to never check on a baby at 3:49 a.m.
Ok. A tired mother. Ok, ok! A not very bright mother and that would be me.
Y’all. Precious is running over notebooks at 4:30 a.m. in this picture. I made a cute meme out of it, but I forgot the apostrophe in “Don’t”. Don’t nitpick me(I’m sensitive… see the comment at end of post).
We just recently started using blankets with baby boy. We had been using the Sleep Sack for safety but decided he’s old enough for a blanket. Because I’m mother of the year (i.e. anxious), I checked on him at exactly 3:49 a.m. and you can take it from there.
Here’s the lowdown. He wanted “juish”(juice), then he played, fussed, you get the picture. The day before, he slept until a grand 5:30 and managed to knock my coffee out of my hand and found some corn chips to eat. Don’t ask me, I’m just the parental presence. What’s that? Sunday morning? We were up and at ’em at 4:30.
I decided that I would be productive this morning since I had hours to spare before work. I put the detergent away only to knock down the bleach. Good news. The bleach works great! My black leggings proved it. Since bleach had already spilled in the washing machine, I had to wash white towels. That’s called multitasking. Baby boy preceded to hand me an OUTLET COVER. Really!?
I hate that this piece of writing sounds so “vanilla ” and/or “mommyish”. I feel like one million other moms write the same stuff (yes, I used the word “stuff “).Have you ever apologized for yourself? Like really, actually said you’re sorry for:
1. being awkward
2. talking/crying too much
3. being shy
4. none of the above but everything else
Someone told me once that I’m overly-sensitive. Guess what….
Na na ne na na!
Y’all go on and get some rest. We moms deserve it.