argh, I am so tired.
Maggie woke up last night at around 3:30 or so (I can’t even remember now what time it was) I have no idea why. She wasn’t particularly upset, and she sometimes wakes up once and I have to go in, give her a pacifier, and lay her back down and she’s back to sleep. So I did that, and all seemed fine. Then, 20 minutes later, she was crying again. So I went it, she still had her pacifier, so I laid her down with her puppy and blanket, and turned on her -music. Quiet. Good. 20 minutes later, crying again. Repeat, repeat, repeat. For like TWO HOURS.
I finally went in, changed her diaper, and brought her out to the couch to snuggle. Sometimes doing that, even for just 10 minutes, helps ‘reset’ her and she’s ready to go back to sleep. But this time, she was playing peek-a-boo with the blanket and babbling and being silly. So I turned on Sesame Street and reclined the seat and we snuggled in for a while. She was getting really relaxed, so I took her back to her crib and climbed in bed. FAIL. She was not having it.
So at 5:30 or 6 or something like that, I gave up and made her a bottle and sat on the couch with her watching last night’s Desperate Housewives (hey I figure while I’m up, I may as well catch up on tv.) She finished her bottle and was asleep on me in 20 minutes. I slowly got up and took her back to her crib- she didn’t even open her eyes the whole time.
Of course at this point, the question is, do I go back to bed? I was hungry, so I made some breakfast and finished watching Desperate Housewives. I wasn’t even all that tired. But I forced myself to lay down after Dan left for work a little before 8. Maggie and I both slept until 9:30.
I’m sure it sounds wonderful, like, wow! At least she let you sleep in until 9:30! But NO. I always wake up from naps feeling worse than I did when I fell asleep. And I hate days like this, when our routine gets all goofed up. I never know when she’ll be ready for a nap, or lunch, and my plans for the day just get thrown out the window. I do feel bad for Dan, since he was pretty much up all night too and still had to drag his butt to work. But honestly, I think sometimes the frustration in the middle of the night when Maggie’s awake is knowing that I have ALL DAY with her and I have no idea what that day will bring. Going to work sounds like a great alternative.
And then I spend all day trying to solve the mystery of why she was up, SO THAT IT DOESN’T HAPPEN AGAIN, PLEASE GOD. Was she just hungry? She wasn’t really that upset or mad. She’s not sick at all. She wasn’t wet or poopy. Did she just want to snuggle? Does she just want us to go INSANE?
The good news, however, is that somehow she is in a great mood this morning and not cranky at all. HOW DO THEY DO THAT? I want to curl up in a ball on the floor and do nothing. Maybe I will… she’s pretty smart, I’m sure she can figure out how to get herself some lunch today, right?