Doodle has been stuffy, coughing, had a fever for a few days. He apparently didn’t get the memo that Mommy’s doing all of this by herself right now, else he would’ve chosen before Jake’s school started for his cold, right? No matter, all we’re dealing with now is leftover stuffiness, and that’s totally tolerable, but he also seems to be trying to make up for having been miserable for those 2 or 3 days. He’s been an absolute punk lately. And after those first two nights of just Vicks, ibuprofin, saline drops and almost no sleep (for me, of course – Jake was sleeping soundly the whole time!), I threw in the towel and gave him some Zarbees.
Seriously amazing stuff! He slept! And if I layed him down anywhere around like 10 minutes after I gave it to him, I couldn’t even finish singing him our song before he crashed. And he stayed asleep, too. That’s heaven right there. I know we’ve been ultimately lucky in the sleep department for so much of his little life, but when you grow accustomed to a certain way, taking anything away from that is torture!
And it’s all natural with like honey and elderberries and crap, so it’s a lot easier to feel good about forcing him to sleep. But honestly, he needed sleep just as bad as I needed it, and just like magic he started feeling so much better the very next day!
But, the last 3 days (going on 4 now, he’s still effing crazy!) he’s just been a crazy wild little punk. I can’t get him to sit still! And he won’t nap, and he won’t go to bed, and he wakes up hours before he used to, and I don’t know what to do, and I’m ’bout ready to start pulling my hair out!
Seriously, from 8 until almost 10 last night, I’d stomp upstairs, lay down my best stern-mommy-voice, and put him back in bed. Not 10 minutes later I’d hear his little footsteps scurrying around up there, or I’d hear him knocking incessantly on the door, or I’d hear him talking to Slyfox about needing medicine on his chest, or I’d hear him spinning the wheels on his racecar bed… so I’d do it again. I’d plop his little body back in bed, put his buddies back in their proper night-night place, get his blanket back on him ever so perfectly, and I’d day sweet things in my mean voice.
Things like, “You get in bed and close your eyes so you can get some good rest!” or, “You better go to sleep so we can play tomorrow!” or, “Go to bed right now and have good dreams! I love you!”
So, I don’t hear him after the nearly-10-o’clock-night-night-reprimand, and I figure all is well. Jake comes home and we chat about our day, he eats some meatloaf muffins, and we head up to bed. I slowly open the door to check on Doodle, as I do, and there’s something blocking the door. With it cracked ever so slightly, I can barely see that his bed is empty, so I look down to see the obstacle in the way of the door. There’s Doodle cuddled up ever so sweetly right in front of the door. Seriously, I never heard him get back up – no idea how long my little guy was sleeping on the floor. Luckily I’m skinny, otherwise I’m not really sure how we would have managed getting in there, fixing his little predicament, and getting him tucked back into bed.
So in an attempt to remember all of the wonderful reasons I chose this job, I’ll just share a few pictures from our last few days. I even had to get tricky with my camera to try taking *decent* pictures of the two of us playing as Jake is gone so much and thus unable to take cute pictures at my whim. 🙂
Ok, yeah, I do love my job. Sleep, though, that’s important stuff too!