Why hello 5:45am… You are no time for a toddler to be awake.
I have no idea what has gotten into Dex recently. His sleeps have been absolutely terrible. Nothing in his routine has changed, but he has been not going to bed until later (10 – 11) or going to bed normally (8) and then waking up at previously mentioned times and staying awake for an hour or so. If I just leave him, he head butts walls and the door and gives himself terrible bruises and works himself up terribly. Last night I thought we were going to be ok. Silly me should have known.
We stayed up and watched The Expendables and Easy A (which is hilarious, I might add) so we didn’t get to bed until arounf12:30am. Hadn’t heard a peep out of him, so I figured it was just a rough night. But no, guess who’s up at 5:45am ready to rock and roll. It’s days like this that make me wish I had enrolled him in day care already (which goes from 6:30am – 6:30pm if you choose) and I could just get him dressed, drop him off and he would be someone else’s tornado for the day.
Does that make me a bad mother? Of course not. It makes me the same as every other mother who wishes she had extra sleep, because she recognises that lack of sleep makes her cranky and prone to snapping. But, I haven’t enrolled him yet. So I guess its “Suck it up, princess!” for me today.
I have an antenatal meeting today too. First one since I spent the night in hospital. I’m actually wondering if she’s stopped growing!
That is a picture of my tiny, tiny 29 week belly. I can’t believe that I’m ¾ my way through the pregnancy and that’s all I’ve got. Half the time people don’t want to ask in case I tell them I’m just fat! I’m supposed to be at the stage where people are offering to carry my groceries for me! Not that anyone in Coffs Harbour is polite enough to do that, but anyway.
Pat is about to go away for a couple of days. He leaves tomorrow for Soundwave. I’m pretty jealous. I wish I was going so I could watch Social Distortion. BUT apparently pregnant women who have blood pressure issues shouldn’t spend time in long lines in the sun. So instead, I’m playing single mum for the weekend. I’m only a little bitter, really. I want him to have a really good time. He never spends enough time or money on himself.
I should go eat or something. Before I fall asleep on the keyboard and the rest of my blog is zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz