What is it with babies and kids fighting naps? SERIOUSLY. When you’re a grown up, for the most part, it’s Hey, I’m kinda tired. I’m gonna go to sleep! Or it’s at least Hey, I WANT to go to sleep.
Maggie just fought a nap for 2 hours. She didn’t go to bed until 10 last night (fought bedtime too, imagine that!) and then woke up at 5 for a little while. A short snuggle on the couch and she was back to sleep until 7:30, but the late night and interrupted morning and she was one CRANKY HUMAN BEING this morning. After trying unsuccessfully for a morning nap (which she never takes anymore, but she was tired and rubbing her eyes so I thought I’d give it a shot) I gave her lunch and then we read a few books, I asked her if she was ready to take a nap (“No!” and shakes her head.) but I put her in her crib anyhow. A while later she was SCREAMING so I went to check on her. Gave her a pacifier (which had been thrown across the room) and snuggled her up in her blanket while she sat in the corner of her crib. She quieted down.
I went and stood in the kitchen for a few minutes, just to see what was up. I wasn’t about to drag my bum knee (more on that in a minute) down the steps only to have her start crying again. She does that- as SOON as we sit down or get settled back in bed, how do they KNOW?? Anyway, she was quiet still so I went and peeked through the crack in the door.
The poor child? WAS FALLING ASLEEP SITTING UP. Seriously, her eyes were drifting closed and she was doing that wobbling-back-and-forth thing and kept jerking her head to keep herself awake. She was clearly exhausted, but she’s so stubborn that she won’t just relax and let go and just take a nap, for goodness sake.
But somehow, she’s not tired and not ready for a nap. Uh-huh. 5 minutes later, she’s asleep.
This kid thing drives me batty sometimes, you know?
Anyway, so my bum knee! Yeah I don’t even know. I woke up this morning and it kind of felt bruised on the side, which was strange because I don’t remember bumping it on anything. But, I’m pretty clumsy and I’m always running into things so I could have done it and not remembered. A little while later I knelt down on the floor and it HURT. On the front this time. What? So I looked and… wow, definitely swollen. Right in the front under the kneecap, very squishy and sore and hot. It only really hurts when I touch it (or when my daughter kicks it with her foot while we’re reading a book, oh yes, that felt WONDERFUL.) but it’s pretty stiff when I get up from sitting or being on the floor or something. The first thing that came to mind was ‘water on the knee‘ but the big question is HOW? I haven’t done anything physical since Sunday unless you count going to MyGym and grocery shopping with Maggie on Monday morning and I don’t think that really counts. Yesterday I was at home working all day, nice and quiet and non-knee-injuring computer work.
Apparently, our Broken Things Epidemic has now spread to my joints. Oh goodie.
I took some ibuprofen while should help with the swelling, and it kind of did I guess. If it doesn’t get better in a couple of days, I’ll call the doctor. But I will tell you one thing: it had BETTER not be any worse tomorrow. Tomorrow is NKOTB!!! I need my dancin’ legs.
Finally, I just want to announce and elaborate on last night’s rushed and exhausted Pink For October post. I’m taking inspiration from my good friend BurghBaby’s Mom who all last month was drumming up traffic for her blog and donating all of her ad revenue to the Flight 93 Memorial fund. I think it was a super idea and I spent quite a bit of time clicking through her pages when I could rather than just reading in my feed reader. It was for a great cause, after all. And so this month, I’ll be donating all of my (rather meager!) ad funds to Susan G. Komen for the Cure. So click click click through my site and get those BlogHer ads rolling! They pay per pageview (more if you click on the ad!) so why not take a stroll through my archives? Here are a few to get you started:
Read my very first post here at Jayesel, back in August of 2005!
‘Timing is Everything‘. Oh yes, it most certainly is.
Our final email exchange before becoming solely responsible for another human life. We are so mature. (He DID show up with the milkshake, btw. The next day, I went into labor. Coincidence??)
I was a published writer at age 12. Sorta.
Our Italy trip recap! There are a bunch of posts for that, with photos! (but for whatever reason they’re not showing up on the blog. Click through to Flickr if you want to see those.)
That should keep you busy for a while. Go Pink!