The Midday Blues
Jake, my angel boy, usually sleeps until about 7:30am. Today, he slept until 8:30am! I never would have expected a two-year old to sleep that late. Especially as his room is bright with sunlight by about 6:30am!
And seeing as I go to bed around 10pm most nights, I certainly don't think that I'm sleep-deprived. But I'm finding that exhaustion is overwhelming me around midday, everyday. From about 11am to about 2pm, I yawn constantly. I have no energy and, today, I was especially weepy.
Let me try to explain the weepiness:
I was feeling exhausted and frustrated and Jake was moaning. Just walking around, moaning. For no apparent reason. I offered food, drink, bum-change, etc. Nothing worked. He was simply in a crappy mood, in my humble opinion.
It was a beautiful day outside so I decided that it might do both Jake and I some good to get out to the park. I put his shoes and hat on (I put them on him, not on myself) and popped him in his wagon. He seemed happy at first, but really just moaned all the way to the park.
You know the kind of moan I mean? The really annoying one that it is simply a soft moan on the exhale. Inhale, moan, inhale, moan, and so on.
We arrived at the park and, once clear of the road, I took him out of the wagon to let him run. And he ran back toward the street! I tried numerous times to head him toward the swings and the jungle gym, but he didn't want to know. In fact, he would just go "all floppy". You know, like "if I make my legs go limp and drop to the ground, she can't make me walk anywhere".
Back in the wagon he went!
We got to the swings and my little angel kicked and screamed as I tried to give him the pleasurable experience of going on the swings. How stupid of me. The seesaw? No way. The jungle gym? Sort of, but that lasted about 5 seconds. Run around in the grass? Only toward the road! Grrr!
So, after chasing him back several times and feeling my blood pressure rise as I desperately tried to share an enjoyable moment with my beloved son, I popped him back in the wagon (unceremoniously, this time) and walked home, feeling pleased that I'd worn sunglasses so that no one could see the tears.
I got home feeling more tired and frustrated than when I left the house. Stephen was suitable sympathetic and took us all out for lunch. That did the trick and I felt better. Calmer. Still exhausted, but calmer.
Now, at 9pm, my energy levels are a bit more stable again. But I'm not looking forward to midday tomorrow!
