We all made it through another busy day, yay! Today was our
first day back to preschool as teacher and student - and Janna back to daycare
for the first time since June. I was a
bit nervous about it, as another night of mayhem went down last night.
Don’t worry- it wasn’t the little people in my walls playing
pranks this time. It was a very real little
person by the name of Janna Vance. She
was up from 3-5 AM last night. And she was UPSET. And it was pretty NON-stop!
I kept wanting to leave her- but was paranoid that she might have
another blow-out. So I’d check on her-
then have to sooth her- then leave her- then she’d scream- and I’d try to
ignore it- then I’d think I smelled poo- so I’d check on her... and REPEAT about
10 times. I finally gave the girl some Tylenol
and settled myself back in bed. I was
coaching myself that she was fine and I needed to leave her and that I was only
perpetuating the cycle. Well, 5 minutes later she starts wailing
again. But, I stuck to my guns and
hugged my pillow over my head.
Now, Dave, who I was
pretty sure had slept quite soundly though all of this, JUMPS OUT OF BED and
storms out the room and down the hall. I
was sort of nervous about this. You see,
Dave will deal with kids in the night ANY time I ask him. And when I am really exhausted or frustrated I
will ask him. However- I rarely do. It’s just easier for me to do it. I’m home more with a better chance of
grabbing a nap if I need it. I don’t
have to lecture teenagers on world issues and grammar all day, and generally I
find I function better than him on the lack of sleep. SO! It was very strange that he burst out of bed
with such determination. I was worried he
was going to give her another dose of Tylenol, so I followed him out of the
room. I get to the end of the hall- and
Janna’s door is closed on my right with her wailing inside still. Dave is IN Jesse’s room asking him gently “what’s
wrong? What are you doing?” To which an alarmed and awoken Jesse says, “Daddy-
I’m just sleeping.” Dave got the wrong
kid! He is standing there confused in
the doorway and I whisper to Dave, “
Hun, it’s not Jesse that was awake- it’s Janna.
It’s ok. Go back to bed. I’ll deal with her.” Dave came out of the room looking totally
defeated. The time he tries to help on
his own accord he wakes the other kid! So
funny...
Anyways- I was a bit sleep deprived this morning- but got
myself and the kids ready and out the door before 8 am. Jesse was over the moon excited to go back to
school- and when I asked Janna if she wanted to go see Zachary and Erin she
squealed in delight, ran to the entry way to get her shoes, and banged on the
door. Here we are. Janna is looking perturbed because I am
taking a picture and not getting her to daycare.
Janna had a great day and barely fussed at drop off. I was
told she and Zach had tons of fun playing together, and she was just so happy
when I picked her up. Such a great
feeling to know your child is having fun without you! She
napped like a champ when I brought her home this afternoon- and I am really
hoping I don’t hear from the girl tonight!
Jesse and I did great at school today. It was just the first transition day- so only
half the kids with their parent for an hour at a time. I was amazed at how Jesse seemed like one of
the older kids this time around. When he
started in January, he was about one year younger than most of the kids and it
showed. Now- he is probably more of the
average age, but seemed like one of the
older ones there as he is so comfortable with the center, teachers, program and
other kids.
I am only working the mornings for the next 6 weeks as our
afternoon enrollment is low, and was I ever happy of that today. After just 3 hours of work, a few hours of
errands and groceries, I was WIPED when the kids and I arrived home around
2. It was all I could do to get the cold
stuff in the fridge and my kids in bed before I collapsed in mine. You just forget the exhaustion of trimester 3!
Dave had another busy good day, and is having a 10 minute
nap before brushing up on his lesson plans for tomorrow. I shall kick my feet up and take the night
off! Thanks for reading all you lovely
people J I’m
out.
Haha, poor Dave. Cory once woke up out of a dead sleep to a screaming child - Eli had only let out one wail so I was waiting to see if he would fall back asleep on his own - charged across the living room, missed the kids bedroom door and ran into the wall next to it instead. He fell flat on the floor and I alternated between gasping for breath I was laughing so hard and trying to ask him if he was OK. I think "defeated" is definitely the right word.
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