|This speaks for itself|
*sung to the tune of "12 Days of Christmas"*
In the 18 th month of li-fe my sweet girl gave to meeee.
Head spinning tantrums, fly-ing fo-od, cab-in fe-ver, days with no shower,
5 slop-py kisses!
Crayon on the walls, laundry to the ceiling, more general whining, and
bags from the la-ck of sleep.
I'm not kidding; within four days of her 18 month 'birthday' this sweet child has flipped her lid! And it happened very suddenly. I put my sweet angel down for a nap as normal, with hugs and kisses offered to me, she snuggled up with her favourite stuffy, and was asleep within 10 minutes of her head laying on the mattress. I went to work for a few hours while she was still sleeping. I came home to a tantrum that would rival the head spinning scene in the Exorcist. The whining, crying, kicking, and screaming continued on throughout the evening, and stretched to bedtime. Now it was my turn for a tantrum, nothing is allowed to interfere with the precious and oh so fragile bedtime routine. That routine has been shattered, along with her naptime as well. As soon as there is even the faintest whiff of bedtime the wailing begins. It took her an hour to fall asleep this afternoon! By then it was supposed to be wake up time! And she isn't even easy going during the non-sleep routines anymore. It is as though the extra hours of daylight are fueling her crusty attitude, making it extra crispy in it's golden rays.
So I am certainly not looking forward to the time change this weekend. Lose an hour of sleep? Can I opt out please? I haven't even set my watches to the correct time for the last three time changes. I choose to live in my own alternate universe. One where my sweet girl returns to the sleeping angel that was. And where I don't need to have 3 cups of coffee to make it to noon.
|What used to be...my sleeping angel|