It’s 3am and I’m wide awake. This probably isn’t surprising to you because I have a 2 month old….but the baby is sleeping soundly beside me. So why am I awake? The toddler.
I come from a family that enjoys sleep. We all understand the value of a nap and still indulge as adults. Eight hours at night is the minimum for proper functioning. Hubby on the other hand is of the “sleep is for the weak” camp. Six hours does him fine, and he regularly criticizes my love for napping. Clearly the toddler is cut from the same cloth as her father.
She’s currently in her room singing the song of her people. Mooooommmyyy, moooommmy, daaaaadddddyyyy, moommmmmyy. For the third. freaking. time. When I go in she’s not upset, but matter of factly states ‘you will snuggle me’.
Now, if daddy had heard her that statement might be true, however mommy covets sleep. So I rub her back, sing a song and silently beg her to go back to sleep. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Thankfully she will spend two nights at grandma’s this week, and I will thank my lucky stars that the baby takes after me and will let me catch up on sleep. Until then I’ll continue to look like a zombie and survive on coffee even though I don’t like it.
Sigh, baby says it’s snack time. Sweet dreams friends.
Musings of a Small Town Mom 