Disregard my previous pledge (see post below: "Taking back the morning") to be a more "ante meridiem" type. I tried today - not happening. I surrender and I also say, "screw it!". Being productive is over-rated, being showered is culturally imposed and playing with my kids... I'm going to save it for a "special day".
Trust me, today... the best thing for me and for those under my management was a prompt return to bed as soon as the little ankle biters climbed in or were passed to me in my warm, comfy, safe haven of a bed. I was not a happy camper, I was on the wrong side of the bed and there was no cute, "wakey, wakey" song singing in me.
But there were two demanding little Q boys sucking the life energy out of me. Poor things, there was very little life in me and definitley no positive energy. I managed a few more winks, I read 2 stories that I don't remember a single detail about and all this while Connor was magically fed. I can't say it was a "super star Mom" start to the day but we managed.
The reason for such regression and hatred towards the "am": I was up for most of the night, in fact I think I was up all night. I rolled out of bed, managed a stagering walk with eyes closed and tried not to open my eyes all night long. Mom's - you know this sleep state well - You're not awake, you're not asleep but you're not really conscious either. What are we? I was able to walk, search for "soothie", change a larger-than-thought-possible diaper and bump my head on the mobile all while still "asleep" and in total darkness. Mom's are amazing!
However, this was draining, this seems dangerous in hindsight and this is definitley sleep regression on Connor's part!
PLAN: Connor needs to get his "sleep" in order. We're going to have a solid one to one chat tonight and there's no negotiation around this table!
So, in the end, I am lead to the only conclusion possible: "Ante meridiem": You're not my friend, you're not for me, see you when the kids are 15 or ...never!
Trust me, today... the best thing for me and for those under my management was a prompt return to bed as soon as the little ankle biters climbed in or were passed to me in my warm, comfy, safe haven of a bed. I was not a happy camper, I was on the wrong side of the bed and there was no cute, "wakey, wakey" song singing in me.
But there were two demanding little Q boys sucking the life energy out of me. Poor things, there was very little life in me and definitley no positive energy. I managed a few more winks, I read 2 stories that I don't remember a single detail about and all this while Connor was magically fed. I can't say it was a "super star Mom" start to the day but we managed.
The reason for such regression and hatred towards the "am": I was up for most of the night, in fact I think I was up all night. I rolled out of bed, managed a stagering walk with eyes closed and tried not to open my eyes all night long. Mom's - you know this sleep state well - You're not awake, you're not asleep but you're not really conscious either. What are we? I was able to walk, search for "soothie", change a larger-than-thought-possible diaper and bump my head on the mobile all while still "asleep" and in total darkness. Mom's are amazing!
However, this was draining, this seems dangerous in hindsight and this is definitley sleep regression on Connor's part!
PLAN: Connor needs to get his "sleep" in order. We're going to have a solid one to one chat tonight and there's no negotiation around this table!
So, in the end, I am lead to the only conclusion possible: "Ante meridiem": You're not my friend, you're not for me, see you when the kids are 15 or ...never!