It was a fairly uneventful weekend around here. Well, I mean other than the fact that I almost had a nervous breakdown on Saturday.
It all started last Wednesday night when Caroline decided that sleep is completely overrated and just takes time away from more important activities like driving your mama flat crazy with a new, improved belligerent demeanor.
Toddler obstinance and fury…now three times as strong!
All my friends keep telling me that three is a really hard age and that it will pass. All I can say is from their mouths to God’s ears, because this new level of attitude is not appealing.
Anyway, Caroline has decided that she really only needs about 5 hours of sleep at night, punctuated by intervals of calling for me to update me on the current state of her non-tiredness.
And let me state for the record, that there is NO way she isn’t tired. I have run that child like she’s in training for a marathon in my futile attempts to ensure a good nights sleep for both of us.
So, after a fairly sleepless Friday night, which ended when she was up for the day at 4:45 a.m. (Lord have mercy on my soul), I was a prime candidate for some type of nut house. And honestly, if I thought they’d let me sleep while they put me in my straight jacket, I would’ve gone without a fight.
Fortunately, Mimi and Bops called Saturday morning around 9:30 while Caroline was eating a peanut butter sandwich for lunch (because when you’ve been up since 4:45, lunch is at 9:30), and heard the desperation and perhaps a touch of mental instability in my voice and came to the rescue. I’m not sure who they were trying to save, Caroline or me.
Caroline spent the whole day with them while I curled up on the couch and slept the sleep of angels.
Thank God for grandparents. And sleep, thank God for sleep. Oh, and the pan of brownies that sustained me in the midst of sleeplesseness.
It’s not so much just the lack of sleep that drove me to the brink of insanity. It’s the sleep deprivation combined with the constant testing to see if I’m still going to say no to all the things I’ve said no to in the previous 48 hours, followed by a screaming fit about the unfairness of life.
It’s so much fun.