Yesterday was not my best demonstration of parenting. Timmy woke up obscenely early (3:30) and could not be rocked back to sleep. He didn't feel well and was tired, a combination which always leads to a crabby toddler. Nothing I did could soothe him, and he was just plain miserable all day.
We spent an inordinate amount of time flipping between
Thomas the Train cartoons ("Oh bother!") and Paw Patrol. I was
exhausted from getting up with him, so my affect wasn't much better than
his. Basically we were two grumpy and tired souls trying to get through
the day until it was time to go to bed.
Hopefully today is better for
both of us. It is 6:30 and he is still asleep. This is a rare for him, and I'm taking it as a good sign that he is catching up on some much needed sleep. Because he slept well, I was able to get to bed early. Today will be better because he deserves a happy Mom, and I miss my sweet little mischief