Then comes the “stay calm and relaxed phase” where I’ll change his diaper (these are our favorite) and hum lullabies and rock him gently while he screams and punches me in the throat and kicks me in the stomach. Which quickly leads to “OMG I have to pee because it’s the middle of the night”, so I’ll set him down next to my husband in bed. Of corse he stops screaming immediately because he has won: he’s in our bed.
Now, I have bed-shared before and I really don’t mind it. What I do mind is when he tosses and turns, climbs on top of me, reaches over and smacks my husband on his face, turns sideways and puts his foot in my mouth.. need I go on? If he would just go to sleep life would be dandy and the night would end there. But that’s not how it goes, so thus enters the “okay I’ve been awake for 2 hours now and I just want to sleep” phase which involves me trying to put him back into his crib.
That almost never works very well. Which leads to the “panicking and on the verge of tears phase” and that is when I just start doing everything I can think of like giving him milk, letting him “cry it out” and when none of that works, I’ll give him Tylenol in case it’s teething related. Needless to say
Needless to say some days, even after several cups of coffee.. I just have no energy, especially for housework. I’m here to tell you that’s OKAY.
It’s okay if you don’t have the energy to fold the laundry right away every time. It’s okay if your house isn’t spotless, and the dishes aren’t done by the time your husband gets home. It’s okay if you skip a day of vacuuming or if you lay down while your kid naps (even though those dishes are still in the sink). Don’t let anyone make you feel like you aren’t doing enough, or that you should be doing this or that.
Luckily, my kid doesn’t care if there’s dog hair on the rug literally an hour after I’ve vacuumed. He doesn’t care that after I make dinner, it looks like I’ve used every dish in the house. He doesn’t even care that I haven’t dusted the TV stand in I don’t know how long.