So I had a pants night sleep last night, thanks to having to share a bed with the two biggest bed hogs in the world. It is apparently genetic, because the boy has it too.
Why are we even sleeping with E if we have finally managed to get him out of our room back home and into his big boy crib? Well the Mormons were kind enough to give us a crib in our room this week but it was all of 7 seconds after putting E in the crib that he managed to shove his foot through the 1 1/2 inch space between the rails and turn his leg to an angle from which he could not recover. Derek apparently anticipated this because he requested a room with a king size bed. He could have just asked for a twin because I am still sleeping on the same damn 6 inches of bed that I had a home. E continues to scooch, scooch, scooch across the bed until I am nearly falling off.
He is crying, crying, crying and the only thing that seems to help is when I rub my fingers across his gums and make that squeegee sound you hear as it goes across your windshield when you wash your windshield at the gas station.
So before I sat down to type this (since my $12.95 per day session is scheduled to end in less than 2 hours and I am already paying $45 a day to park the car), I put E into the above mentioned crib so I would not have to worry about him. I heard him whining away behind me but God forbid I turn around to see what is going on.
I should have.
There he was face down with his two chubby legs hanging out the side of the crib.
I am the world's WORST MOTHER.
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4 comments:
sounds like a good time to me...:)
You are not the world's worst mother, and I will not tolerate talk like that! Something simialr happened to Max when he was a baby, and I swore that he would remember it until the day he died, and punish me severely throughout my life. So far he's not mentioned it, so unless he's biding his time trying to think of some really vengeful plan, he's ok and doesn't remember a thing. And, we were able to get him to sleep in his crib after that. :-)
I was thinking that you were the absolute BEST to rub his gums to make the squiggee sound. That is so sweet. I will have to share more of my worst mother moments--the problem is that these kids can twist themselves like pretzels, scoot off any high flat surfaces in a blink of an eye. :) Who operates like that?!?!?
Take care. Thanks for checking in.
P.S. Regarding the traveling sleep thing--we actually checked in our playpen (that folds up into a bag) onto the plane. Since the kids nap in it everyday, they will sleep in it at bedtime. As I type this, I am remembering December and the hell that it was to get them to sleep. But, remember, it's because I screwed up and only brought one playpen. ::))
Christina--it sounds like a good time because you are on vicodin
Robin--I can't even remember what happened yesterday, let alone 30 years ago so I am guessing you are right about his memory.
Marelle--Derek was against the PackNPlay check in, but you notice the baby doesn't snuggle him at night.
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