Day 23 – National Blog Posting Month
My toddler is consistently waking in the middle of the night. I’ve written about this before. What we really need to do is let him cry it out but he’s very loud and very persistent and I fear he will wake up the other kids. So I drag my ass out of bed at an ungodly hour and walk down the hallway to his room where he is waiting at the gate with his sippy cup in hand. I walk by, take the cup from him and go down to the kitchen. I hear him walk back to his bed and he’s quiet. By this time the cat has heard the commotion and comes into the kitchen meowing her bloody head off and as I look at her food bowl I notice it’s empty.
I fill the sippy cup with milk and feed the cat then head upstairs. Toddler is still in his bed waiting for milk. I climb over the gate, almost tripping over it and he laughs as I stumble toward his bed. I kiss him on the forehead, say “Night, Night”, hand him his milk and leave the room.
Crawling back to bed I fall back asleep and instantly am awakened again by the 4.5 year old running down the hallway.
I look at the clock. It’s now 6am.
Monday morning can suck it.