I wish the boys had a grandma who lived close that I could pawn them off to every so often. They’ve been quite the handful this morning. PJ is being your average toddler, complete with ear-piercing shrieks when he doesn’t get what he wants. In fact, those shrieks are what woke me up. I’m kind of surprised they didn’t wake up the dog next door as well. At least once the tantrum ends, it’s several minutes before the next begins. I like the breaks.
BabyN is generally sweet, but he kept me from getting much sleep last night. Apparently my attempts to tweak his sleep schedule backfired last night. He was awake and angry every three hours all night and wouldn’t calm down until I’d fed him. He was also so tired that he did his sleep-eat thing that takes forever. Maybe that’s why I’m so easily frustrated by it today–I’m exhausted and cranky.
And it’s been about three hours since he ate, so he’s getting fussy again. Do you think it could be a growth spurt? Maybe my attempts to change his schedule have nothing to do with all the waking because he’s just that hungry no matter what. I can hope. I’m SOOO ready to have my nights back. Really, I was just spoiled with PJ. There’s a good sleeper for you. I knew before BabyN was born that the odds of having a repeat with the sleeping were slim, but it seems I didn’t quite fully prepare myself for this.