Today was Elisabeth’s daddy day. We are lucky enough that my husband’s boss has agreed to let him have Mondays off. It’s brilliant that they have got this day together every week to bond and do fun stuff. And it makes it a lot easier for me to go to work, because I know she loves daddy day.
Tomorrow is nursery day, and although it is only for one day a week, and we know it is good for her to mix with other kids, I still don’t like dropping her off. I always feel like I’m paying someone else to do my job that I should really be doing myself. Last week was especially hard because I knew she was tired and she gave me the trembling bottom lip when I waved bye bye. But as I stood in the hallway waiting for the crying to start ………………… Nothing happened, and she had a great day which she told me all about when I came to pick her up. I know she can’t talk yet, but I know what she means.
One question though, we had another good night sleep, so why am I still sooooooooooooooooo tired?!?
Yawn……..getting up at 5am is bad enough when it happens during the week, but on a Sunday it seems to be twice as hard. Elisabeth woke up at 5am screaming so loud that I jumped out of bed and got to her in about 3 seconds. She wasn’t impressed when all she got was a 10 second cuddle and when I put her back in bed she screamed the house down. She soon figured out that it wasn’t achieving much and she settled down. I tried to get comfortable on the armchair and was hoping desperately that she was going back to sleep so I could have another hour or so before the day would officially start. No such luck, although she was quiet and had a snooze every now and then, she clearly wasn’t going back to sleep and I was too uncomfortable on the chair to have a snooze myself. I considered laying on the wooden floor, but it looked too cold and hard.
One of the rules of the sleep training method we use is that the day doesn’t start until 6am. So at 6 I got her up, changed and dressed and took her to see her, very tired and disappointed looking, daddy.
The ironic thing is that it is now 9am, I have finally woken up and Elisabeth is getting ready to go to bed again! But by the time she is asleep I’ll be too awake to have a nap! Ah well, who needs sleep anyway. Sleep is for losers 🙂
So, another good night sleep, woohoo! Soon I will have to come up with some other excuse to not do the housework, not pay attention at work, not do any exercise, not start my diet because if things continue like they are, lack of sleep will no longer be a valid excuse 🙂
And who knows, I might even start looking like my old self again (the one without permanent bags under her eyes).
So, we are finally getting a little bit more sleep. Elisabeth, my wonderful 14 month old daughter is responding well to the sleep training we’re putting her through (for the second time!). She has never been a good sleeper so we’re very happy that she is now, finally, sleeping through most nights.
Last night she woke up at 21.40 and cried so hard that I thought she was surely in enormous pain. But when I picked her up for a cuddle, she immediately stopped and snuggled against my shoulder. That’s when I realised I had been fooled, there was absolutely nothing wrong with her, she just fancied a cuddle. Understandable, yes. Acceptable, I guess as she is only 14 months old. Preferable, most definately not. So I put her back in bed and after another 5 minutes of screaming she went back to sleep. I settled on the floor under a, way too small, blanket and tried to have a bit of sleep myself as I knew she would be waking up every now and then to check I was still there. At 22.45 she was fast asleep and I managed to sneak out.
And this is how I found her this morning at 7.15…….
Even taking this picture with flash didn’t wake her up, sleepy little monkey. Let’s hope we’ll have some more of that over the weekend!
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