I find myself taking deep breaths and putting myself in time out almost every day. I know she is just a lovable rambunctious mini-me in training, BUT my goodness...Does she have to test my patience every single minute? In her defense, she woke up crying on Tuesday night asking to go to the doctor to "fix her ear". Yea! Double ear infection. And sinus infection with a bad cough. Double yea! So my frustration comes in that I have been without MDO for 2 days this past week. AND, for some reason, medicine seems to just be liquid sugar. Emerson doesn't act sick or sleepy for the most part (except for being grumpy).
Tonight, it was a fight just to get "the pretty dress" off so we could put pajamas on. She's asleep right now still in that pretty dress. She won. Oh well.
The part that hurts is when I can't read her all 10 bedtime books that she requests. It's beyond the fight to sleep in her pretty dress...It's when I can't read to her, sing her songs, or play the match game all because the heart baby is just having a rough night. Unfortunately, his crying and just general being upset takes precedence right now. And that often interferes with whatever it is that Emerson wants to do at that moment. It would be so much easier to hand him off to another loving parent who was capable of helping with him. Or even take turns with each child. But alas, I do it alone.every.single.day.and.every.single.night. I just wish that bedtime had not become such a problem that I collapse at the end of it and forget just how well the day actually went.
