Friday started out as a great day. Sully and I had his baby bookworm class at a new-to-us library, and he had a blast in the class. Usually when we are at this class he sits quietly on my lap the entire time, watching the other children run around instead of joining in. On Friday though, I must have put on his big boy pants, because he was up and about, galloping and dancing, showing everyone where his nose, eyes and mouth are, and continually tried to hug another little girl. This particular library also has an amazing play space which we spent some time in after the class. We left shortly before lunch so that we could get home in time for a nap.
Nap time has been an almost daily battle since day one. On a good day, he does go down easily and will sleep for an hour. An hour and half once in a blue moon. This past week though, I'm lucky if he naps for 20-30 minutes and even car naps are lasting less and less. Friday, despite being cranky, and showing all signs of needing a nap, Sully only slept for 20 minutes. He woke up a miserable, screaming mess, which tells me he needs to keep sleeping. But this stubborn little boy of mine wouldn't go back to sleep no matter what I tried. I wanted so desperately for him to get in a good nap since we had plans to go out for Pho to celebrate our anniversary.
By the time late afternoon rolled around, Sully was still cranky and I was exhausted and emotional. Every news article I saw and read about the Paris and Beirut attacks made me cry. I couldn't help but think, if this is what 21 months looks like, what will age 2 and 3 bring? How did I fail so terribly at teaching my son to nap? Instead of wanting to celebrate my anniversary, all I wanted to do was go out somewhere by myself. We picked Jim up from the train station and then ordered Pho to take home to eat. Sully was in full melt-down mode by 6pm so we put him to bed before we ate. We gorged ourselves with Pho, salad rolls, spring rolls and beer. We were in bed by 10 p.m. It was the first night I've gotten eight uninterrupted hours of sleep as Sully actually slept a solid 12 hours without waking us up once (also a rare occurrence lately).
Saturday morning I had a dentist appointment to get one of the sealants removed from my molar and to have a filling put in instead. Want a great way to ruin the rest of your day? Get some freezing done in your mouth. The right side of my mouth was sore and frozen for almost five hours and I felt exhausted from the procedure. From here on out, all and any dental work will be done in the evening so that I can just go straight to bed and sleep it off!
Of course, Saturday was another 30 minute nap day and I literally thought I was going to lose my mind. Jim had run out to return something at the store and I've never been so anxious for him to return home. At least the man was smart enough to come home with a coffee for me. Thinking that Sully would perhaps nap in the car, we drove to the Costco 30 minutes away from us. No naps, but at least he enjoyed being in Costco and bedtime shortly after we got home was a breeze.
Sunday I woke up with a cold brewing. Again. I would be more pissed about it except I'm just glad it's hitting me now and not the day before we leave for Florida. The only saving grace to this weekend was that I had a massage booked for today and it ended up being one of the best massages I've had in a long, long time. My RMT focused on my back, glutes and thighs and it was heavenly. Sometimes I don't realize how sore and tense I actually was until after I have a massage. When I arrived home, Jim had hung up all the outdoor Christmas lights while I was gone so maybe today doesn't need a do over*. Even Sully's had a pretty good day, rewarding us with a 45+ minute nap. Jim's making drumsticks for dinner (the best!), and if I squint, my house doesn't look that dirty.
In a week we'll be in Florida and this weekend will be but a distant memory.
Hope your weekend was better than mine!
*I take that back. I wrote this while Sully was napping. We had some Christmas lights extension cord issues so while Jim worked on that, I made the drumsticks while Sully threw tantrum number I've lost count. When we took him outside to show him the lights, he completely lost it because he wasn't interested in the lights, he only wanted to go for a walk in the pitch dark which obviously wasn't happening. God, we're horrible parents. I can't believe I'm saying this, but is it Monday yet?!