Ok, that's not true in my case. B is so helpful all the time and so understanding when I'm sick that he'll let me do almost nothing other than laying on the couch watching the boob tube. He doesn't even complain that I'm not cleaning.
After intense sinus pressure all day Monday and into Tuesday morning, I decided to call in sick at work. I don't even remember the last time I used a sick day on myself so you know it's bad when I do.
Bright and early at 5:45 Tuesday morning I hear Peanut and Bug yell over the monitor, "Mom! Open da door!" from their cribs.
Oh hell no.
It's way too early to be up. They usually wake up around 6:30 what were they doing awake already? And why were both of them awake that early?
|In calmer, less sick times.|
I went into their room, gently laid them back down, tucked them back in and very softly said, "It's too early to get up," and then left the room so as not to stimulate them too much.
As I shut the door, the waterworks started. Peanut was pissed. You'd think I took away his chocolate or something.
I went back in, crawled in his crib and cuddled him hoping he'd go back to sleep. As he adjusted to mold his body into mine, we laid there peacefully while Bug drove his trains on the end of his crib.
"You want my blankets, mom?" He asked as he dropped his blankets from his own bed into Peanut's. I gently said, "Thank you" still trying not to stimulate them but knowing we probably weren't going back to sleep.
After a few minutes, he asked, "You want my bed mom?"
Great. Now he feels left out.
One of my biggest parenting struggles is trying to not make the boys feel like they're favored by one parent so I climbed over the edge of Peanut's crib and into Bug's. He was super excited to have me in his bed, and I still hoped he would settle down and lay down with me, but instead he grabbed the edge of his crib and exclaimed, "I can jump!" while proceeding to jump as hard as he could in bed.
Peanut followed suit so there I was, bouncing around in my 3 year old's crib at 6am with the worst sinus pressure I'd had in years while my two 3 year olds shriek and jump as hard as they could around me.
Still holding out hope, I climbed out of the crib and settled in to the recliner hoping they'd stop jumping and just play in bed while I dozed off.
Ain't nobody got time for that.
They talked and asked me questions for the two minutes I sat in the recliner until I finally gave up, got them up and fed them while we waited for my mom to come over.
The minute she showed up, I gave her quick instructions and rushed into my bedroom where I shut the door and passed out for another 4 hours.