This post is written in stream of consciousness today. I am wiped out…exhausted.
Like many other children, mine are affected by the uncertainty of the end of the school year. There is so much anxiety…different routines, different teachers, less structure, etc. Because anxieties are high, probability of sleep at our house is low.
The past month, Tate has fought going down to sleep until almost 9 pm. He is then up in the middle of the night–and in our room. He wakes up around 5:30. I don’t know how he’s still vertical.
Jake’s issue is that regardless of the time he goes to bed–8 pm, 9 pm, 11 pm–he is almost always up around 5:15. He’s totally up and awake with the birds. He announces his trip to the bathroom, insists on coming in and laying in our bed, clears his throat several 1000 times, and then gets up and does his walk-slap-clap routine in our bedroom and bathroom.
Most mornings they leave me alone and converge on Hubz’s side of the bed. He becomes a jungle gym, slide, pillow, etc. Today, he must have paid them a bribe, as they would not leave me alone. Tate started to use my ribcage as his pivot point out of the bed–OUCH! Jake was in my face, pulling at my hair–because it was in my face. (Remind me to teach him about bedhead–again.) Then they were both touching me, pestering me about my phone and tv.
I rolled over, trying to avoid the obnoxiousness…only to realize it was 6 am. Time to shower. Off I went…at least I could enjoy those 20 minutes of peace. I got dressed, and started getting the boys in gear. I thought maybe I could get downstairs with just the older 2, but that’s when Cole’s Mom! Mom! Mom! Alert went off. *sigh*
My life these days gives new meaning to the old adage: no rest for the weary. Yawnnnn…..Snzzzzz…Please pass the caffeine!