My precious 10 month old son has been an incredibly difficulty baby from day one, but that's a story for a different day. This is the story of last night when he would not go to sleep! Of course this happens when my husband is out of town. As a way to get some mommy-daughter time, I put the little guy down a little earlier than normal, but nothing extreme maybe 15 minutes or so. Six and I spent the next 2 hours watching So You Think You Can Dance and then headed for bed. Around 11:30, I hear the whimpering from the monitor - possibly my least favorite sound on earth! And then all hell proceeded to break loose. For the next two and a half hours, I spent my time, awake, with a screaming, angry 10 month old. That's right, two and a half hours! Wouldn't it be awesome if the point of this story was to say that in the midst of the crying I was able to tap into my inner mother and discover a fountain of love that finally soothed my infant into a peaceful sleep. Sorry, this is not that kind of blog. I am not a person who does well without sleep, and all I could think about the whole time was that my alarm was set for 6:30am. I love my children, but at 2 in the morning I don't like anyone! I didn't get in touch with any inner mother goddess, but I did get in touch with a super tired mommy. My butt has been dragging all day today. Sitting with my clients took all of the energy I could muster. So dinner tonight was pizza delivery and story time was blissfully short. And tonight I find myself avoiding bed like that might keep last night's nightmare from repeating. The rationality of the sleep deprived is laughable. And yet, looking at that picture of my little boy brings a smile to my lips and love to my heart. That's the real world of parenthood. It's a good thing he's cute.
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