The other night morning, Butter woke up crying. At least this is what I’ve been told; I never heard him.
Husband got up and handled whatever was wrong, including doing a diaper change. Because Butter was falling asleep as his Pop changed his diaper, Husband tried to put him back to bed right away. He started crying again. Husband asked if Butter wanted to sleep in Mom and Pop’s bed for the rest of the night.
Guess who was wide awake the second they set foot in the bedroom. (Hint: not me.)
I tolerated the Toddler-Who-Insisted-On-Sitting-Up-But-Laid-Down-And-Said-Night-Night-As-Soon-As-Mommy-Got-Up for about half an hour. Husband decided to take him back to bed, which resulted in two minutes of WHYDOYOUHATEME?! crying before I went into his room to try and calm him down.
Because he climbed right into my lap and calmed down, I thought I would be able to rock him back to sleep. I asked him to get his blanket for me. He brought me his blanket AND his pillow, then proceeded to stand at the door and ask “Pease? Pease?” once again. I decided a fake out was in order.
I laid my 21-almost-22 weeks pregnant self down on the floor with my head on his pillow and said, “Mommy’s going to go night night.” He laid down right beside me and immediately started to zone out. When he was very nearly asleep, I moved him to his bed. He finally fell asleep around 6:30 in the morning. I went back to bed and got up for work at 7:30.
The day required a lot of caffeine, but I limited myself to one cup of coffee.
It’s a good thing he’s adorable and my opinion of him isn’t (totally) affected by his obnoxious wake up times on Monday mornings.