Jack went to bed at 8 last night and I did a little dance, pumping my fist in in triumph. I thought maybe he was getting back on track. Over the last few days he has been sleeping better at night, even sleeping through. I had started to breathe a sigh of relief that perhaps the sleep regression was behind us…
Kids are master torturers, aren’t they? Absolutely brilliant. Just went I decided to slide into bed, Jack awoke. I got him settled and then I had just drifted off when he woke again. The number of times he repeated this has been lost in a foggy haze but let me just say that it was excrutiatingly frequent. I ended up with maybe 2 hours of patched together sleep.
My brother-in-law and I commiserated this morning, as his daughter has been doing the same thing. We wondered why no one tells you about these hard times before you have kids, and could only conclude that misery loves company. I suspect there is an equal component of fried parent-brain that turns any potential warnings into nonsensical gibberish. Either that or in becoming a parent we learn to speak a different language, one that only other parents can understand.
I think that if you can’t understand what a parent is saying, you can safely assume it is some version of, “I am so tired my face is going to explode.”
