A Little Backsliding
Bedtime was not as smooth last night as the day before. This is to be expected, but frustrating nonetheless.
It could be because Buddy had a nap yesterday (and he didn't the day before), or it could be that his daddy was home, or it could just be the normal variation of things, but we had more tantrum last night at bedtime. This has evolved into punching me in the head (he's only 2 1/2 but it still hurts) and pulling my glasses off and flinging them across the room.
Fortunately it didn't last long, and somehow a little bit of extra bedtime milk did the trick after about 15 minutes.
This morning we abandoned our usual Monday morning frenzy of grocery shopping in favor of a long walk, a trip to the park and a leisurely lunch. It's nice to take the pressure off sometimes and not be worried about getting somewhere in a hurry.
Off to pick up Punkin from school in and hour and a half, maybe do some grocery shopping after that. Or maybe we'll go hang out at the local library. Good times with the kids, got to enjoy that more.
It could be because Buddy had a nap yesterday (and he didn't the day before), or it could be that his daddy was home, or it could just be the normal variation of things, but we had more tantrum last night at bedtime. This has evolved into punching me in the head (he's only 2 1/2 but it still hurts) and pulling my glasses off and flinging them across the room.
Fortunately it didn't last long, and somehow a little bit of extra bedtime milk did the trick after about 15 minutes.
This morning we abandoned our usual Monday morning frenzy of grocery shopping in favor of a long walk, a trip to the park and a leisurely lunch. It's nice to take the pressure off sometimes and not be worried about getting somewhere in a hurry.
Off to pick up Punkin from school in and hour and a half, maybe do some grocery shopping after that. Or maybe we'll go hang out at the local library. Good times with the kids, got to enjoy that more.
posted by Marie at 1:11 PM
1 Comments:
Sympathies on your bedtime difficulties. I offer you this story to give you a little hope - my son did not sleep through the night until he was 2 1/2 and resisited all efforts to get him to sleep. Now, at 10, he comes in in the morning and offers to make us coffee so my husband and I can sleep a few extra minutes!
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