I want to preface this post by saying I love my son. He is sweet, loving and inquisitive... but.... I could have used a break from him today, specifically this afternoon from 1:45 to 3:30.
I didn't have enough sanity minutes today. Minutes that are so valuable for an 8 month pregnant lady; minutes that could be used for extra sleep, cleaning up after a tornado (aka a 2 year old boy) or finishing up the last half of "A Fault in Our Stars" on HBO. My sanity minutes were limited to 45 today, 15 of which were driving home from Happy Hollow. Thirty minutes after we got home, I had made a salad, half a loaf of sourdough garlic bread and turned on my HBO flick and then it happened: the shrill cry of my over tired, snot nosed 2 year old. When D wakes up from a nap its so hard to get him back to sleep. He hates sleep but yet needs it. When he was younger, he would do these 25 minute naps and always woke up screaming his little head off. 25 minutes of sanity for mom, not enough time to even close my eyes for a power nap. But he's gotten much better since he started walking at 13 months and for the most part sleeps between 2 to 2.5 hours every day.
But when he doesn't, those sanity minutes slip away and part of me dies... okay, not really, but it makes me so sad :( I need to re-energize, I need to get stuff done around the house and sometimes I need to finish a sappy movie! I need my minutes! And soon those minutes will dwindle down to seconds once J arrives and I won't be getting minutes again for another 2 years.
But the moments of insanity can be rewarding. The moments when your 2 year old tells you that his bed is Santa's sleigh, or when he holds your hands and asks for mommy to stay in his room when he's going to bed, or when he asks to see mommy's belly to say hi to baby J and then asks if he can eat his baby brother, or when baby J moves around like an octopus while I'm reading to D... those moments make up for lost sanity minutes and maybe that is what I need to focus on these days.
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