Single parents, military spouses, sometimes-single parents with traveling spouses. I don’t know how they do it. Tony left for NJ early Tuesday morning and I can not wait for him to get back this afternoon. Four day care pick-ups and drop-offs, one bedtime and two mornings later and exhaustion is kicking in. Add a Turbo shot to the French Vanilla iced coffee, please. I’m going to need it to get through this day!
Jill’s bedtime agenda last night did not include actually going to bed. Typically asleep by 8 p.m., Jill didn’t nod off until – you’re not going to believe this – 9:15! Sorry Mom, but you’re not going to prep my lunch, iron your work clothes or shower, and you’re certainly not getting on that elliptical.
Last night’s routine consisted of milk, Tylenol for teething, A Day at the Farm, On Site with Thomas, Goodnight Boston, more milk, toast, A Day at the Farm (again), I Love You Goodnight, The Pokey Little Puppy, a sippy cup with water, cuddling, four failed crib approaches, Violet, classical music, cuddling on the couch and cuddling in our bed. Really? You’re not tired, because I’m beat and ready to go to sleep. Give me a break. You’re not thirsty. You’re not hungry. Your diaper’s dry. You’ve read half of the book collection and you’ve seen this Thomas episode maybe 64 times. It’s time to go to sleep!
GGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!! was Tony’s response when I texted him that Jill had finally gone to sleep. At 9:14. And then I passed out. So much for watching The Tutors or The Kennedys. All I wanted to watch was my eyelids.