We made it to Michigan. We're visiting Grandma and Grandpa Jones. And today was suppossed to be fun, and it was, until bedtime. Jackson is an emotional nut with a sleeping disorder. It's called, "I am going to be an tired donkey and not go to sleep." He was a manipulative, out of control, emotionally distraught, tired donkey. He ruined the fun day we had. We went to Bronner's Christmas Wonderland. The largest Christmas store in the world. We went out to lunch, and even though he was so tired, he ate and wasn't too bad. He took a nap in the car. He played outside. He ate dinner nicely. And then it was bedtime, and for the second night in a row, he didn't want to read stories, didn't want to say prayers, didn't want to sing songs, didn't want the light off and the list goes on and on and on. Because of all his screaming his poor brother couldn't go to sleep, and that kid can sleep, and needs his sleep. So I'm laying in bed with Jackson - which I am extremely against - and I am almost shaking with anger because I am so mad that I am laying with Jackson in bed, when there are so many other things I want to do. He can do the going to sleep part by himself.
So he stops crying and Hayden stops crying and I lay there at least half an hour. (It might have been 5 mintues, I don't know. I can't stand laying there when I'm not going to bed.) And I think they're asleep. So I get up and Jackson screams - Mommy Nooooooooo! Don't go. I'll miss you! Don't goooooooooooo! No! No! No! No! No! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy. By this time I was done. So I closed th door.
Now they're both screaming. Jackson is basically hyperventilating and I am considering calling a taxi and saying See ya next week. I'll pick you up when it's time to catch the flight home. But Grandma saved the day. I took Hayden out of his bed and went to the quiet basement and closed the door. Then I rocked him to sleep (which I haven't done since he was little, little, like 4 months old it seems like.) and Grandma Jones calmed the beast down. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. Will you put him to bed tomorrow? When Nick and Kristin are here with their babies? Please?
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Oh, i'm sorry!! I have another comment to add but it's not appropriate for this, so I'll save it for when you get back!
I too love Grandma's....for that reason! Don't they just save the day?!
Shelly, I am sorry to tell you that I am laughing so hard at your nightmarish night! I can laught because I know exactly what your going through. You are such a great mom!!
Love you
Yeah, apparently it is some wierd idea to think that once they know how to go to bed, they will do it every night. We get those occasionally, too. He'll go to bed nicely again. They always eventually bounce back after a rough day. Good to remember, although not all that comforting at the moment. Hang in there! Hooray for grandmas.
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