Last night, my mom and I went shopping with Kalena which meant she didn’t get put to bed until a little after 8 and she was worn out. So I thought to myself, “Self, you have a lot to do tomorrow, and Kalena will probably sleep until 7. Why don’t you get up at 6 and get some things done?” I wish this story ended with– but then she got up at 6 anyway; isn’t that funny? Sadly it does not. I set my alarm for 6 and went to bed around 10.
I woke up to Kalena crying around 1:30 am. I waited a few minutes to see if she would go back to sleep, but no luck. I don’t like to leave her crying for very long, because her room is across from my parent’s room and when she cries it wakes them up. Since they both have to be productive members of society during the day (unlike ME), I try not to let Kalena interrupt their sleep too much. Anyway, I went and got her and she needed…nothing. So I got her a fresh diaper and some milk and put her back to bed. I’m not sure if she went back to sleep or not, but I didn’t. When she started crying again at 2:45 I was still awake. I was a little annoyed that she was awake AGAIN but I got up and changed her. I’ll spare you the details, but her diaper indicated she must not be feeling well. I blame the tooth she has coming in. Anyway, I put her back to bed and I went back to bed. I continued not sleeping, and I’d finally decided I was too hungry to sleep when she started crying AGAIN. At this point it was 3:15 am. I thought she might need changed again but no, so I gave her some Tylenol for her teeth and snuggled on the couch for a minute before I put her back to bed.
Then I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich because it was 3:30 am and I was hungry. By the time I finally fell asleep again (around 4 am) my expectations for today were gone. Pretty much if I make it through the rest of the afternoon without falling asleep standing up I’ll consider today a success. But you know, someday I won’t get a sweet head on my shoulder in the middle of the night. Someday she won’t fit on my lap, and it will take more than Tylenol to keep her from hurting. So I’m okay with today being a “no expectations” day. And tomorrow we’ll try again.