Now, my kiddo has seriously been easy to put down for a nap. When I was nursing, I'd just nurse him down. When that ended, I started rocking him. He's usually out in under 5 minutes. No kidding.
On Monday, it took TWO HOURS to put him down for a nap. I would have given up... and kinda did several times... but that's his only nap of the day. G has never had a no-nap day.
I wasn't about to start now.
First of all, I tried for about 40 minutes. He tossed and turned, fidgeted and fussed, but never closed his eyes long enough to fall asleep. In frustration, I put him in his crib and walked out of the room for a little while.
As soon as I leave, he's super hyper happy baby. I proceed to pull my hair out.
I go back in and that's when I smell it. The poop. So the kiddo had to poop, hence why he couldn't settle enough to sleep. Okay, fair enough. I can give you that, little baby-man. When you gotta go, you gotta go.
I change his diaper, put him back into his crib, and go outside to throw it away. Head back and of course he's still very hyper. At this point it's a little after noon, over an hour past his usual nap time of 11am. We have a rule that he's not allowed to sleep past 2pm because he won't go to sleep until way late.
Insert heavy sigh here.
After trying to get him to nap, I leave the room again for a while. Go back in later, and he falls asleep in about 2 minutes.
Of course, I got barely anything done during his short nap, and of course it was the night of the graduate class I'm taking. I scrambled around for an hour or so until the hubs came home to take over baby duty.
Since I was so rushed to get out the door, I barely managed to grab everything I needed for my class. I can't find my cell phone quickly enough, despite the fact that it had been in my hands mere minutes ago, so I leave without it.
This fact will be important later on.
I almost always have my cell phone on me, except for when I'm out with the hubs and he has his. But not tonight, on Halloween. And of course, I would pay for it.
I made it about two miles from the campus when my little exclamation point alert light comes on. I freak out, check out my dashboard, and see that my engine temperature gauge is reading all the way in the red.
Visions of my car overheating pop into my head. They resemble something like this:
If you remember, I don't have my cell phone on me.
I pull into the parking lot of a nearby middle school that's pretty much abandoned. Of course, because it's after school hours. I walk over to one door of the school and knock, seeing someone on the far end of the hall. They don't notice me, so I run around the building to another door. He sees me and opens the door. I swear I thought the guy was a janitor based on the way he was dressed, but lo, he was a teacher. He lets me use the school phone to call my husband.
Of course, Dave is having phone trouble of his own in that he's barely able to get signal in our house which usually has fantastic signal.
It's about 5:15. My class begins at 5:30.
Dave agrees to see about a tow truck or some other way of moving my car that night. Luckily (my only luck of the night), the middle school teacher says he can take me to campus. I go grab my stuff about my car and meet him at his car.
He's dressed in a warm hat, a coat, and fingerless gloves. He kinda looks homeless, but I don't say anything about the outfit or the fact that it's 65 degrees outside.
I'm wearing short sleeves.
But whatev, he gives me a ride, so I'm happy to walk into my class at 5:35.
The rest of the night passed uneventfully. I get a ride home from my father-in-law, who lives nearby, and all is good. We hope my car won't cost much to repair. Dave tried to find my phone but had no luck. I try again when I get home and can't find it either.
The next morning, I finally find my phone. In my school bag. Which I had with me the whole time.
Insert face-to-desk here.
So that was my Halloween. One frustration after another. Things have been rather low-key after that - my car just had a broken thermometer - and kiddo went down easy for a nap on Tuesday. Today, he had to poop again, so he went down an hour later. I'm actually eager for the time change so it'll also change his poop schedule!
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Okay, there was way too much talk of poop in this post. And no cute pictures of my kid. I'll rectify that tomorrow.
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