A good & bad day

Some days are easier than others.  On the flip side, some days are harder than others.  And sometimes you get both in one day.  That’s what today has been like for me.

My day started around 4 a.m.  Here’s the thing: I’ve been blessed with a good sleeper.  I am thankful my child regularly sleeps through the night and has done so since she was only a few months old.  However, she still has issues sometimes.  Last night, I heard her chatting.  Sometimes she talks in her sleep or for just a minute and goes back to sleep.  Sometimes she wakes up fully and talks constantly.  I always say that she talks herself awake and she talks herself to sleep.  She totally does.  I was pulling for her to go back to sleep.  She didn’t.  And when I went in to check on her, she told me she was hungry repeatedly.  I fetched a small snack.

By 5:30, she was settled back to sleep and I was awake in the living room knowing the clock was going to go off in 30 minutes anyway.  After seeing my husband off to work and having some breakfast, I settled into the couch and caught some shut-eye myself.  The kiddo didn’t get up again until 9:30.  I can’t complain really.

After a couple of minor battles, we had ourselves ready.  Our first trip in public since potty training was to the public library for a Halloween parade.  My mom came by to help us get ready and go with us.  Tinkerbell, my mom and I loaded into the car.  I put the kiddo in a pull-up diaper because I just wasn’t ready to send her out without one.  She had a great time at the library.  We walked around, got candy and other treats and showed off her costume with the other children.  She was excited that we were following behind a little boy dressed as Spider-man.

I was proud that when I was changing her outfit after the library her diaper was dry and she happily took care of business like a big girl.  We headed to lunch at McDonald’s with my mom and grandma.  The kiddo did well at lunch, too.  She munched on chicken nuggets, apples and milk.  She was almost finished and told me she needed to go to the bathroom.  I grabbed our Winne the Pooh portable seat and off we went for our first public bathroom excursion.  She did a great job.  I was so incredibly proud of her.  I texted my husband the news, accidentally sending the message first to my sister-in-law.  Fortunately my sister-in-law is a mother of four and understood my excitement.

When we came home, everything was fine until it wasn’t.  I was tired, the kiddo was tired and my head was pounding.  I just wanted her to go to sleep so I could take some ibuprofen and rest myself.  She had other ideas.  We made a few trips to the bathroom.  We had a meltdown about that.  She wanted to snuggle longer than usual after reading a book, so I let her.  Then I put her in her crib.  She got weepy.  Then another major meltdown ensued.  I left the room.  She screamed and cried.  She told me she’d dropped Doll.  I opened the door, saw one of her feet on the crib railing, silently handed her Doll and left.

She screamed some more.  And some more.  I gave her a bit of time, but she wasn’t settling down.  So, I went back in.  We snuggled for a while.  She went down finally in her crib with a few tears in her eyes.  But within a minute, she was zonked.  I was worn out.  I felt like I’d just survived Toddlergeddon 2011.  It was crazy.

After my own bit of a nap, my day is feeling better again.  My child is feeling better, too.  She is stirring around and chatting happily in her crib.  I’ll go get her up in a few.

Just like many days, this one was filled with good parts and hard parts.  All I’ve got to do is remember that I can choose how I view this day when all is said and done.  I can focus on the negative.  Or I can focus on the positive.  I can be unhappy and grumpy.  Or I can be relaxed and appreciative.  It’s up to me how I respond.  Sometimes I make the right attitude choices.  Sometimes I don’t.

I’m off to get my child and see what the evening brings.  I’m hoping some more good times.  If not, well, I’ll figure that out, too.  After all, the day will end at some point!

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