HA HA HA HA HA.
You didn’t think I actually HAD a routine, did you?
This weekend, my mother went away.
“Are you sure you’re going to be all right?” she has now taken to asking me, even when she is only popping out to the cinema for a well deserved few hours to herself.
“Yes I will be all right,” I have to keep reminding her. “I did look after him for a whole year without any help, remember.”
Well, I think I may have forgotten how to do it.
Piglet is sort of asleep. It is 11.40pm and I have only just managed to get him *officially* into bed. He didn’t have much of a nap today, and then got extremely cranky while I was cooking dinner and insisted on breastfeeding. I obliged, and he fell asleep.
What then ensued was three attempts to get him to eat his dinner during the first three times he awoke from his slumbers, and several hours of him breastfeeding and dozing intermittently all the way through Strictly, at one point prompting my (child-free) brother to point out that all Mum has to do is go away for one night and the routine-such as it is-goes out of the window, and aren’t I going to get this child to bed at some point when he has been semi-conscious for the past two hours?
Finally, I took advantage of a break in the dozing to quickly take off his woolly jumper and pop a pyjama top on, then whizz him up to bed, all the while praying that there would not be a sudden reawakening.
I then spent a further hour and a half breastfeeding, with frequent intervals of Piglet sitting up and shouting at me for reasons unknown but which I presume had something to do with telling me I was useless at the whole mothering thing and should probably just give up now and sign the adoption papers, then gave up and took Piglet downstairs, worried that he might be hungry given that he had refused/slept through his dinner, and proffered an oatcake and a few grapes to make up for it. He ran around, broke the oatcake up into little pieces and threw it on the floor. It was 10.30pm, and I was officially a Terrible Mother.
Gina Ford would probably have me strung up.
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Hehe, what is this thing you call ‘routine’? ;D #MarvMondays
I feel the same way-it’s totally unnecessary!
Yikes! Sounds like it was a tough night! But I can pretty much guarantee that all of us mums have been there, if we’re not still/already there. It happens ;-). Thanks for linking up to #MarvMondays. Emily
Not unusual at all sadly. Still, all things will pass, and I’m sure I will miss the sleepless nights when he’s older!
Haha! My 17 month old will now go to her own bed at 8pm like her sister (has only had this great routine for a whole two ish months, though, I might add!), and not wake up too much in the night. BUT only if Daddy takes her to bed and goes when she wakes up. If Mummy tries to get her to go to bed, no. Because it is not acceptable for Mummy to leave her. Mummy has to let her sleep on Mummy. & preferably allow breastfeeding. So, left on my own, she would basically be doing exactly the same as Piglet & not be in bed! #SSAmazingAchievements
That makes me feel better-thank you! I rather suspected that it might be a Mummy-thing (probably directly connected to breastfeeding) as he appears to nap without complaint at nursery, and even sleeps for my mother during the day if she gives him a cuddle and puts CBeebies on. He definitely knows how to play the system!
Routine?!?!? What is that?!?! We think we crack it and start to feel comfortable with our little lady and then she throws us a curve ball. At the moment she is refusing food, dinner tonight was raisins. I blame the teeth! She is 18 months. It gets easier as they get older right ;0)
Thanks for linking up with Small Steps Amazing Achievements :0)
I sympathise! Piglet is 18 months too, and frequently refusing food. Today he refused his entire dinner, and then ate yoghurt and strawberries for dessert instead of the cooked meal I had lovingly prepared. Hopefully they will grow out of it. x