Wednesday, January 30, 2013

The Battle

This nighttime battle. All moms know about it. It begins about two hours before bedtime. You try and keep things calm, cool, relaxed. You want baby to mellow out in hopes that in just a few hours baby will be off to slumber land. I’ve noticed in the past few weeks that my attempts at this “calm” evening ritual ends up being a total joke. Here’s a list of what’s happened during my evening “calm” time in the past few weeks.

-Baby gets super excited and decides to scream happy screams over and over…did someone slip him an energy drink?

-Dad comes home and gets baby all revved up…oh yes, Dad’s energy drink.

-Family members decide to call your phone repeatedly…if you put it on vibrate they assume something bad has happened, so they continue to call until you answer or threaten to call the cops to come check on you.

-The dog goes into hyper alert mode and barks at every single leaf that goes blowing by the house. Where is this vigilance when The Jehovah’s Witnesses are going door to door and she’s licking herself on the couch?

-Relatives decide that now is a good time t.o drop by and get the baby all jacked up by egging on his laughing, screaming and playfulness

-Neighbors’ children run up and down the street screaming and playing…I’ll remember this when he’s older and vow to not do the same thing

-Dad watches a football (or any other sport) game that requires him to yell, hoot and cheer anytime something good or bad happens. Nothing calms a baby down like random over the top screaming at the television

And then the end result is that baby takes an extra hour and a half falling asleep because we failed at the “wind down” part of our routine. So, instead of getting two hours worth of alone with my husband at the end of the night, we typically end up with somewhere around 15-30 minutes before we’re both dead tired and need to go pass out before baby awakens in just an hour or two.

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