Fourth and dreaming

Long weekend, I had delicious expectations for you. Everyone always does. I dreamt of dreaming. I dreamt of sleeping and the dreams that come with.

Alas, you disappoint me.

What is up with the 4:15 wake-up call from the Wee Man on Saturday morning? And then this morning’s 3:15 am cry-a-thon and subsequent removal to the ‘Big Bed’ for cuddles. Sleeping with a 2-year-old is a mess. Thrashing, light sleeping and dragon breath. Not from me, from the Wee Man.

Last night was a rough bedtime for him. He just couldn’t let me go. We have been having a hard time with bedtimes lately, me especially. M, apparently is a night-time God, who can make children fall asleep with the snap of his fingers.

This is intensely annoying to me as, after all, I was the one who was able to make V sleep with just the simple stroke of my hand on his back. My powers must be waning.

Ack.

Anyways, Dragon breath apparently derives from when a child cries and coughs so much because they are so upset you are not lying next to them in their teeny tiny wee bed, spending the night with you that they work themselves up to a state where, perhaps, they cough and cry and maybe throw-up a little?

This is a total hypothesis.

His breath smelled like vomit, but there was no puke evidence. Anywhere. So this is where my mind went.

Anyways, it is disgusting, as I am sure that you can imagine. I not only didn’t sleep well after V and I were cuddling,  but after several hours of sleeping face to face and having him blow that directly into my mouth I gave up and got out of bed.

So tonight, the Fourth, is my last chance for a good nights sleep. I am just a huge selfish bitch, I know.

But it is. And right now all of my neighbours are celebrating the 4th by having a huge fireworks display that actually is almost directly below V’s bedroom. I went out to the porch and watched some of it and had a feeling that V would have been rather scared of it. He didn’t enjoy the sparkler that we waved around earlier. His eyes got really big and he made no move towards them at all.

How he hasn’t woken up by now, I have no idea.

I have high hopes for tonight. High hopes for a restful sleep, a delicious 6:30 or 7 am wake-up (how lame am I!) and another delicious 2 miler before it gets super hot.

Monday has all the ear-markings of awesomeness. *If* we can first get through this night.

See? Just like most of my posts are. Starts off on a poo note (or a vomit one in this case) and ends on a lovely one.

Gosh I’m clever.

xoxo a.m.

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4 responses to “Fourth and dreaming

  1. Christine

    I’m actually relieved that Chloe only wakes me up once a night…and ditto to the awful nights sleep next to a 2 year old. It sounds nice on paper but in reality it’s torture. Once I woke up and her head was actually “resting” on top of MY head…..not cute. You may want to invest in a full size bed…makes sleeping with Anna and Chloe a bit more comfy.

    • Atlantic~mama

      I know what you mean about ‘resting’. V got himself all turned around this morning and donkey kicked me in the face while he was asleep. I was surprised that I didn’t have a bruise. The full-size bed idea is a really good one. Must consider that one. Today I dealt with the non-sleeping issue by not letting him take a nap and then for my sanity’s sake I put him to bed at 6! and it worked! AND I now read in his room until hes asleep. And so it was a pleasant no-crying evening for me. And I am having wine to celebrate 🙂

  2. Christine

    Yes- I too have banned naps for Chloe…Anna could nap until 5:30 and still sleep at 8:30 but not Chloe. She napped last week and was up until 10. So, only cat naps in the car now-it still takes her about 45 minutes at night to fall asleep. She is finally getting used to me reading a book while lying with her. At first she would touch the pages, pull at the jacket, look at the pictures (joke) but now I can read. It’s the only time I get to read and lying there for 45 minutes doing NOTHING drives me nuts. When I was little I’m sure my mom put me in my room and shut the door! Why do we go to such measures???!

  3. Atlantic~mama

    Lord only knows why we do. I am sure my Mum did something similar. But the crying does not even stop for a minute if I leave. If I stay? He is asleep fairly quickly, and since I am reading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, I don’t mind staying until he falls asleep. Which was 8:15 tonight. I can’t wait for 3! 2 is awful!!

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