The saga of the transition to the toddler bed...
I am completely exhausted. Not quite as chipper as after last night's experience. He woke up at 5:00 a.m. and there was a good amount of "go back to bed, the bunny is still sleeping" before the bunny decided to wake up and let Silas out of his misery.
Nap time was...well, not nap time. Absolutely no napping took place. Lots of sitting outside his door and sending him back to bed for a full hour. He filled his time with these activities:
- tearing several pages from one of his favorite books. I had imagined him looking at books instead of sleeping, but not tearing them!
- taking out the filter from his dehumidifier and ripping it to shreds - literally
- telling me he had to poop (I thought about that one for a second but correctly called his bluff!)
- opening the door to give me hugs
- opening the door to give me kisses
- huge tears accompanied by, "nooooo mommy!" as if he were being tortured
- opening the door and walking out backwards as if I wouldn't see him
- bringing his blankets to me and trying to lay down next to me in the hallway
- pulling down a basket of lotions and creams and rubbing them on his face
- going straight to his enemy, the sleeping bunny, and trying to dismantle it
Good news is, since he didn't have a nap, tonight's bedtime "battle" only lasted 15 minutes. Thank the LORD, because I don't know if I could have taken another hour of it!
Parenting is totally worth it, but some days are just plain harder than others!
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