Hmph. Grumpy Mommy doesn't really cover what I am today. Our sweet girl (I say "sweet" loosely) wasn't having anything to do with sleeping last night. We put her down around 9:30 and she did okay. Did I go to sleep? No. I was having a hell of a time falling asleep last night. I should have taken that as a premonition of what was to come.
Then it was a midnight wake up and she didn't want to go back to sleep just with rocking. I, on the other hand, rocked myself to sleep and was awoken by Nylabelle slapping me on the face. Isn't she sweet?
Okay, new strategy: bottle! That didn't work either. It was time for me to pull out the big guns: the projector and music! We went into her room and I turned her projector on, put her in her crib, and I climbed into the spare bed in her room. I just lay there perfectly still and she seemed to respond well to me just being in the room. She would pop up from time to time to make sure that I was still there, but for the most part, she was laying down. I thought to myself, "Ah, I'm home free!"
Therein lies the mistake. I feel like my motto about life is this: when you verbalize (or think-alize) something, it will not come true.
Not even an hour later, she was up and crying...again. There comes a time where a mother must know when to surrender. I put up my white flag and pulled her into bed with me. She knocked out! I mean, O-U-T, down for the count, asleep. "Oh yes, Elizabeth! She's going to sleep forever!" There I go again, think-alizing. Guess who was up at 7:14am trying to crawl all over? Miss Thang.
Needless to say, Mommy is tired.
PS: yes, I understand that think-alize is not a word. Let's just be humorous about it.
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