We’ve been on a fairly good roll with our sleep situation. We’re both feeling somewhat rested these days, in fact the idea of getting out of bed before nine on the weekend is definitely less painful. And then we went to Christmas party last night.
We were prepared. We brought snacks for the car, had OLM in his pjs and we arrived pretty much on time.
OLM had a great time playing with the new kids, our host had gingerbread houses to decorate which kept OLM busy for well over an hour. That was such a nice thing to see. He was enjoying himself, didn’t squirt icing anywhere, didn’t break any valuables. Except for one thing. My sweet little boy would not, could not eat his dinner.
We stayed until the wee hours (9.30) anyway because as a tired parent there are two things you forget easily. One is the impact very little sleep will have on you the next day when you dare enjoy yourselves with people who are taller than 42 inches. And the other is the belief that this time it will be different. You believe that this time he will sleep in because he’s tired himself out from all the fun he had.
When it was time to go, OLM had his shoes and jacket on long before us and was out the door faster than two shakes of a lamb’s tail. And that is fast. Inside, I was jumping for joy. I thought, “Yes!! He’s recognizing his need for sleep. We are going to rock this!”
Of course that kind of thinking is crazy-making at its finest.
I know this in the recesses of my mind, really I do. But without hope, what is there?
So out to the car we went. What do you imagine was the first thing he said when we got into the car?
“I’m hungry!”
Of course wee weren’t prepared for this inevitability but thankfully there was an ‘Old Macdonald’s’ on the way.
He inhaled his Happy Meal sooner that you could sing “He knows when you are sleeping…he knows when you’re awake.” (by the way I always found this to be a disturbing thought but that is another post for another day) and seemed happy enough. With his belly full so late we ignorantly thought we were guaranteed a good night’s sleep as he didn’t get to bed until 10.45.
We were all up at 6.30. Sigh…
Thankfully, OLM was indeed tired so I handed him my phone so he could watch Netflix and mama could get some sleep in between head butts and kicks to the side.
I know what you’re thinking. We did it to ourselves. And I’m ok with that. We did stay up too late (midnight woohoo!) with visions of blissful sleep in our heads to watch Netflix AGAIN.
But rather than get down about it I thought it was time for a song. About rum. And sleep.
You can sing along!
Yes we love our child..
pa rum pa pum pum..
If he doesn’t sleep it’s fine
pa rum pa pum pum…
We’ll lose our minds real soon
pa rum pa pum pum…
But now we’re sleep deprived…Pa rum pa pum pum
Feeling real dumb
Where is the rum, rum rum…
What would you have done?
Making this video and changing the words to this song killed two elves with one stone! Ahem..What I mean is this is day 7 of a blogging challenge I’m part of and we crossed off an item on our Advent Calendar. Giddyup!
Oh I definitely enjoy sleeping in, but feeling rested hasn’t happened yet. Sigh…I am holding onto the fact that it will get better though. 🙂 Thank you for commenting.
I remember those days well, mine weren’t the best sleepers, but we managed and all I can tell you is gets better. One day you will be sleeping in and enjoying it.
I’d love to hear a few of your ideas:) If it gets us through the day it’s worth it, right?
Yes! Sorry about the lack of sleep, but the song is great! My mind is constantly coming up with silly parenting parodies. Maybe I’ll post one one day, too!