Papa-Time
So I guess since I’ve been exercising in 75° weather for the past couple of days, it’s probably time to take the snow off my blog. I might get around to that some day.
One of the annoying things about having company stay with us is that Little Button forgets her wonderful, predictable schedule. And I use the term “forgets” in the “wads it up and throws it in the trash with vitriol” kind of way.
One of the beautiful things about having the in-laws stay with us is that when she for some reason wakes up at 6:30am Every. Single. Morning, I can bring her downstairs and drop her off with Papa, then returning to my blissful state of sleep lounging in bed wishing I could go back to sleep.
This was especially important yesterday morning, after a less-than fabulous night. Little Button woke up with a croupy cough about 10 minutes after I had gone to sleep. We did the shower steam thing, after which she was WIDE. AWAKE. She wanted desperately to go downstairs and play. Upon realizing that simply wasn’t an option, she wanted to be held. But not while I was sitting down - she wanted to be held and rocked while I was in full, upright, walking position. For an hour.
My child has never been so heavy.
Eventually, I couldn’t do that anymore and I brought her into my bed, where she would lay for long enough periods of time to make me think she might actually fall asleep there, then she would sit up and want to play.
She finally went back to sleep in her crib sometime after 1:30am, and woke up bright and early at 6:30am.
I don’t do good without sleep. Enter Papa-Time - oh sweet, sweet Papa-Time, without which I would undoubtedly be a nervous wreck.
