Noises in the night

Last night, or should I say very early this morning, there were some rumblings from G-Unit’s bedroom, and by rumblings, I mean crying. The first time, at 12:30am required me to go in there and rock him back to sleep. Save your opinions on letting the kid “cry it out,” because if the kid is screaming and crying, I’m not sleeping either.

Everything was going great until 4:38am rolled around, when another bout of crying woke us up. Wifester volunteered but I overruled her and went in for Round 2 with the heavyweight champion of sleep resistance. I mean it really didn’t matter who went in either time, we were both awake anyway. It took about 20 minutes or so to tame the beast before I was able to leave his lair.

She got up soon after I put him back down in his crib, around 5:15am I think, to go to the living room, enjoy a hot cup of Joe, and watch the morning news. She enjoyed her coffee and news for a solid eight or nine minutes before the beast woke again. She went in, got him, and fed him as she “enjoyed” her coffee and the news.

Oh, what’s that I hear at 5:41am? Yup, Unit calling out, “Daddy! Daddy! I’m up. Come get me. Daddy!”

So there we were, up for much of the night with two kids who have yet to really grasp the importance of a good night’s sleep.

The day was off to a great start and the sun hadn’t even begun it’s ascent into the sky. Needless to say, we can’t wait until we turn the clocks back for Daylight Saving Time on November 2. That oughta be a treat, but it’s a few weeks away, so there’s still hope.

G-Man (I’m going to call him this from now on since the Unit and G-Unit can get repetitive and a bit confusing) did have his morning nap, albeit a few minutes earlier than normal, but slept for just 35 minutes. He must have had big plans today.

My plan was the park, since the torrential rains passed and it was looking like a nice day, which it certainly is.

I loaded up my bag, packed Unit a lunch, and got them in the car. They’d already been up for five hours but there’s no chance in hell we were staying inside. Unit, who was thrilled to be going to the park before we left the house was now quite displeased with our decision to go (see: yesterday’s post), instead demanding we go to the library, which he failed to mention to me at any point this morning. Mid-ride he changed his tune from bad attitude to happy toddler, saying, “Daddy, I’m gonna stop being a mean person and be a happy boy!” Well it’s official, he’s going to be happy from here on out. Then he asked me to teach him the words to “Something Bad” by Miranda Lambert and Carrie Underwood, one of the Wifester’s favorites. It went something like this: “boomba boomp boop something bad about to happen…” He told me those weren’t the right words and changed topics to Do Not Enter signs. Whew, crisis averted.

Immediately upon our 10:30am arrival at the park, the sound of clapping and giddy excitement was heard coming from the back seat as Unit asked if his “friends” were going to be there. Turns out, one of his “friends” from the other day was there and though they played together for a while, neither chose to re-break the ice, so the two of them ran around like mimes, acting out whatever poses/moves/dances struck them as funny.

And with that, one of them is up…oh wait, both of them are now up. There’s weird noises coming from both rooms. Short naps after a short night’s sleep, it must be something in the air. Nope, it’s just Unit, crying. Because I “left him” alone for his nap, as if I’ve ever napped with him. Kids, man, kids!?

Here’s to hoping they have a more consistent and noiseless night of sleep, but at least Unit sleeps right through G-Man’s outbursts.

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