This is one of those nights where I am just “done.” Unfortunately my boys understand way too well what that means. I just have nothing left. By 8pm I just am plain out of energy, patience, creativity, kindness, etc. Yes, realistically I can keep giving and I do to some level but I up front tell them, “Mommy, is done!”
I also realize that this is probably not teaching them a great concept of Christ’s constant presence and provision for us. But….. it is my way of saying, “you best obey and get to bed b/c Mommy is out of warnings and sweet words, ya hear?”
I truly have no reason to be overly tired and no reason to complain, but does anyone else just reach that “wall” some nights? I do have to admit that I am tired of putting Eli to bed repeatedly every night. I am so ready to return to the days where he would sweetly drift off to sleep without being “disciplined” first. It is our nightly delight to go upstairs and see what havoc he has wrought during his pre-sleep time. He climbs out of his pack and play, which he is in because we took the crib down after he repeatedly threw himself out of it, but he stays a little bit better in this than in his big boy bed.
He gets out and plays in his room and our room and gets into things. One of his favorite tricks is also to completely undress and fall asleep in our bed naked:) Another funny one was when I went to check on him he found a box of rubber bands from Mark’s office, somehow snuck them upstairs and put them all up and down his legs and tried to put them in his hair. (They were very loose ones, no worries.)
Last night he put tons of books in the pack and play and made a tent out of his blankets and opened my lotion and smeared it everywhere. Tonight, already, he took all the pillows off of my bed and put them on the floor, took my shoes out of my closet, went under my bed and found my hand weights and put them in his pack and play and I intercepted him when he was taking all of his blankets and stuffed animals to set up camp in front of the tv in my room. He did all this in the 10-12 minutes that I was reading to, tucking the other boys in.
Yes, these type of shenanigans do wear me out:) He is a joy and delight though and I look forward to what else he has up his sleeves for me! Mark is spending the night up at the hospital with his dad tonight, so I don’t have anyone to remind me that it is time for bed. These “alone” nights tend to wake the night owl in me and that is poor decision making on my part because morning comes just as quickly. So I am signing off, night night!