Oh, last night.
I can't remember the last time I've had such a difficult time getting Emeline to bed.
I was also doing it alone, since Declan had left for a weekend trip last night. Honestly? I want to roll my eyes and say, IT FIGURES. But I will withhold.
So, it figures (there, said it) since I was alone without my partner-in-parenting last night, she was a bear.
Refusing sleep. Literally, refusing.
I did something I never do anymore at this stage & age, but I went up and got her. She came down and hung out for a while, as I haphazardly watched Real Housewives of NY
aka: a bunch o' crazies, and downed Tums for my had-been-all-night-upset stomach.
And I'm not gonna lie. I was frustrated. I was annoyed that I was doing this alone. I was ticked off at the irony. I was just wanting my over tired child to sleep. And I didn't feel good, at all. And whine, whine, whine.
Before you want to slap me for being so silly, don't worry, I eventually snapped out of it.
Because the truth is, it wasn't that big of a deal.
So I got more time with my girl...great.
I just need to keep life in perspective sometimes. Things are good...no, great.
And this little girl? No matter how many times I had to get her out of her crib, no matter how many times I was dying to get her to sleep forgoodnesssake? Lights up my life.
How could she not?
Have a fabulous weekend. I'll see you tomorrow to link up for Saturday Morning Scene. Mmk?