It’s 12:34, which is ironic, given that I always think, “make a wish!” whenever I catch that time (1234). And right now, I need a wish. The whole purpose of even starting this post was to lament and complain and whine.
My child. He’s entering the terrible two stage. And it’s going to be the end of my sanity.
We managed to whine and cry and become absolutely hysterical over eating breakfast. Putting on pants. Walking to the door to go outside (HIS REQUEST)….it’s never ending.
Tim was all, “let him go outside without clothes. Then he’ll realize the need.”
That’s an excellent idea. Except, I am so exhausted from getting zero sleep every day this week, save one, that I do not seem to have the ability of forethought.
Why no sleep?
Kellan has decided that staying awake for countless hours in the middle of the night is a great idea. This is how his brain handles development. Sleep goes by the wayside. Naps are short. Bedtime is late, waking up in the morning is super early.
And by “awake” in the middle of the night, I mean talking, asking to get up, nursing non-stop, wanting to comfort pinch me, it’s a relentless barrage that means I’m not allowed to sleep, either. And leaves me touched out.
Last night – or this morning, who knows, really – the house made a settling noise that, to an almost, finally asleep, Kellan, sounded like Tim opening the door to come in and walk into the bathroom to get ready for work.
Kellan jolts awake all, “It’s daddy!”
No, that was not daddy.
“It’s the cats!”
I was too tired to laugh, but it was funny. Process of elimination, per the toddler. Begin another however long until he finally fell asleep.
I realize this is just a phase, and that it will pass, but this particular one has been much harder on me for some reason. My brain is fried. My child has become…is becoming…his own person…and with it comes ample stubbornness. I’m too tired to cope. Everyday activities are now monumentally more challenging because someone has an opinion and that opinion inevitably comes out in varying forms of NO.
And the whining….please make it stoooop.
One day, it will stop. I know. But that day…is not today.
Onward I trudge.