Just a quick note to celebrate the fact that somehow these children saw fit to sleep last night for a stretch of 5 1/2 hours. At what point 5 1/2 hours became a luxury I cannot say but let me be clear: it makes mama happy. Happy! I am coming up with strategies for survival and welcome any of yours. Here’s my best one so far:
As I noticed Anson falling asleep every single time he sat down, I wondered to myself, “Could it be that working full-time and being up at night with babies is taking a toll on this guy?” I know. Nothing gets past me. Hawk-Eye Jodi. So I’ve put a Dad/Roan Slumber Party rule into play on the weekends. Anson sleeps in Roan’s room on Friday and Saturday nights, enjoying the uninterrupted sleep that we’ve trained our firstborn to do. I’m up with the two wee young lads, yes, on my own on those nights BUT Anson then gets them from me at around 7:00 AM, and I sleep in until I can sleep no longer. As I wandered up the stairs at 10:00 AM on these mornings, I felt good. And Anson felt good from sleeping all night. And life, when there is sleep involved, it is good. Roan just thinks it’s rad to have Dad in his room. And that is a big WIN that he gets some special time with his pops out of all of this.
Simple, no? But it makes a big difference. Any of your own simple solutions to baby-taming you want to share?
And now àpropos absolutely nothing, some pictures of Roan filling out my Hospital Stay Survey Form. That child had some strong opinions about that place. No video games. Not good food. My roommate snored. I fear New York Presbyterian may not enjoy his opinion.
And Readers? How can I look at things like this in my everyday life without my heart exploding? I do not know. These brothers…too much.