Thursday, May 21, 2009

Who Needs a Rooster When You've Got Cody???

Here begins the sixth night of the room-sharing saga in this crazy house. The boys are tired, though Jamie is not too bad because he is still napping during the day. Cody, on the other hand, begs me daily for naps, but I refuse to give in. I know all too well what will happen if I allow even a 20 minute snooze. He will be up all evening. The weird part is, he still doesn't go to sleep until about 8:30 p.m. and he is getting up at obscene hours in the morning. Usually by 6:20 a.m. at the latest.

This morning was particularly ridiculous and began an hour earlier than normal. That's right, at 5:30 a.m. Cody stumbled into our room and came up beside my side of the bed, asking me to please come and tuck him in because his blankets had fallen onto the floor. Sadly, I had anticipated that the night before, and I did make marginal efforts to put the blankets further onto his bed, but I obviously did not do a good enough job. I followed him to his room, shushing him all the while and thinking to myself how disturbing it was that it was already light outside. In the boys' room, I got Cody all tucked in, but not before Jamie's little voice piped up. Great. I knew what that meant. Even still, in the true spirit of denial, I told them both to go back to sleep and I exited the room and shut the door behind me, having turned the starry night-light back on at Cody's request. I guess he considered it like some kind of cowboy sleepover under the stars, because not five minutes later, he started to play the harmonica. Yes, that's right, the harmonica. Listening to the strains of a three year old harmonica player being broadcast through a monitor into your bedroom at 5:30 in the morning brings on a range of emotions. First, "What the HECK is that??", followed by utter disbelief. ("I can't believe this is happening to me.") Then, there is amusement, because let's face it, it is pretty funny. Then there is the appropriate indignation, leading to the confiscation of the offending harmonica, followed by a serenade of a crying three year old.

Well, that was the start of the day. You'd think I would have been exhausted after such an early beginning, but somehow I had an incredible burst of energy. Seriously, it was like I was in my 39th week of pregnancy and was suddenly pumped...the whirlwind before labour kicks in. Fortunately, that was not the case, but I really got a lot accomplished for the first time in a really long time! I did seven loads of laundry. Well, okay, the sixth is still drying and the seventh is waiting for its turn in the dryer, but still. You might be wondering how I managed to accumulate seven loads worth of laundry. Yes, that is a valid question. I didn't even wash diapers today. That will be on tomorrow's agenda, of course. My bedroom has been a terrible mess for a long time, but I have only had the energy to worry about the more "visible" rooms in the house. Visible to the general public, that is. Even those have been a sorry sight, but I have really not kept our room up at all and today I just was sick of the mess. Mike helped me get the kitchen in great shape over the weekend, so I have been very diligent to keep it nice because it is easier to keep it nice than to let it get bad and then try to tackle a huge cleaning job. So, now that the kitchen was nice, I decided that today was the day I would tackle the master bedroom. Okay, I made progress, but it still needs work. We rearranged our furniture quite a while back and a lot of stuff just got shoved in the closet "to deal with later", which translates more like, "we might look at this in a few months...or not". Okay, correction, my seventh load is now in the dryer. Phew. That means I am cleared to go to bed whenever I want.

So, Cody was amazing all morning, and Jamie played nicely by himself too in his former room. This afternoon was not so warm and fuzzy. Cody's crankiness reared its ugly head, and we had some moments, but we baked a cake together and that helped, and I kicked him outside several times, so that helped too. He begged me to let him sleep this afternoon, but I would not. I figured he'd drop like a sack of lead when we put him to bed, but I was wrong. Him and Jamie had a veritable party in their room complete with singing, screaming, running (Cody only), throwing inanimate objects and of course, raucous laughter. It was very cute, and we heard it all in the monitor, but we had to do the parental thing and give them several stern warnings to go to sleep. At one point I even heard Cody say, "Jamie, it's time to sleep now." That was followed about five seconds later by more peals of laughter and screaming by both of them.

Sigh. Oh well. We anticipated this. The party did not stop until almost 8:30 p.m., which is not a big deal except that inevitably, they will still wake up at an ungodly hour tomorrow morning. It makes things difficult for me. For Mike too. But all day I struggle with the dilemma of whether to let Cody sleep or not. Clearly, he needs to, but if I let him he will keep Jamie up ALL evening, which will result in TWO grumpy boys the next day. I am just hoping that if I stick with the routine, he will eventually sleep as much as he needs to. Parenting is all about facing the unknown. I have no idea what to expect over the next couple of months, years, or even overnight each night. It is hard for me not to be anxious, but of course, anxiety does not do anything to alleviate the troubles that may arise.

On that note, I'm going to get ready for bed and hope for a decent sleep tonight. I had a great day for productivity, but let me tell you, by 4 p.m. I was completely exhausted and I don't anticipate another day of energy tomorrow, though it would be nice! I will try to be more consistent updating this crazy blog. I have been too addicted to this online contest I'm in for the month. It's called the Great Cloth Diaper Hunt. Sounds ridiculous, I know, but there are amazing prizes. My odds of winning? I have no idea. I'm guessing none. Haha. But I have to try. So, I'm off to my semi-clean room to get into my unmade bed. Yep, I did not manage to make the bed today. My bad. It was buried under all the laundry I was sorting through! Tomorrow I will make the bed, even if I don't accomplish anything else. Goodnight.

2 comments:

drahdrah said...

CAT, I sympathize with you... and am experiencing the same struggles, only that mine are with a 9 month old. Every evening, if it's past 6PM, I pray that she doesn't need a nap before her 10PM(ish) bedtime... yes, I know it's late, but if she sleeps earlier, she'll only wake up earlier !!! (her and Cody have alot in common). Hang in there, and I'll cross my fingers that you got a good nights sleep last night, and tonight !!!

CAT said...

drahdrah, I hope you also get some good rest! It sometimes takes a while before you can get them into a bedtime routine or schedule that works for both of you, but it will happen eventually. Cody has always been an amazing sleeper, but things have gotten progressively more difficult as he has gotten older. I am learning to expect these bumps in the road, but that doesn't necessarily make them easier to handle!