You know. . .There’s the vacation. . .which I convinced myself was a trip. And then I made a stellar attitude adjustment and things were going along pretty well last evening. I made a list of things that would keep me positive and happy and in the wee hours of the morning, (about midnight) just as I had swiped the last bit of old nail polish off my toes and started to snip the ends off my hair, the wailing started.
Mac was awake in the middle of the night again. This has been going on for nights now. And I think there are more teeth to blame based on the funny things he’s doing with his tongue and the geysers of drool he’s sporadically producing.
But last night was positively hellacious because he was relatively inconsolable and refused to go back to sleep until 4:30 in the morning. Yeah. I paced around in our basement with a 20 some odd pound kid, in a Sleepy Wrap for four and a half hours. Not counting the 45 minutes it took me to get him to sleep originally at 10 PM.
And then I slept on the nursery floor because he kept stirring and whining and needed comfort.
And he was awake again at 8 AM. And he’s impatient, and short tempered, and belligerent, and waging some kinda’ hunger strike.
I’m trying to stay positive and pleasant but all I can think about is this stupid trip.
Let’s put my own issues aside. Let’s forget literally about my baggage surrounding this trip. . .Let’s think about this kid for a minute.
Is it really good parenting for us to expect an uncomfortable teething toddler to sit in a car for 6-7 hours, sleep in a pack in play he rarely uses, and be surrounded by continual chaos all in the name of a “vacation” he’s never going to remember?
Am I the ONLY one that has even considered this?
PLEASE someone hear my freaking exhausted voice of reason. . .Let’s not put our kid through this, this year. . .