This Momma Gets No Quiet Time

Yesterday started off as one of those days.

I slept great -- L slept from 730am until 4am ... so I was happy when he woke up briefly. I got up, hugged and rocked him for a moment and laid him back down.

I went to the living room for my quiet time. Got all comfortable, turned on the dvr and started to enjoy my morning routine.

Only ...

... it didn't last.

L was convinced that he didn't need to go back to sleep. And 4am was an okay time for a 15 month old to start the day, as well. I knew better -- without any more sleep, he would be the crankiest kid all morning.

But he's stubborn -- so try telling him that!

He screamed. And cried. And screamed some more. I kept going in to comfort him. Change his diaper. Cover him with a blanket. Trying my best to make him comfortable.

It went on for two hours. I even caved and tried to comfort nurse him. It worked long enough to quiet him down, but as soon as I unlatched him ... he was right back screaming.

So by 645, I was starting to get a headache listening to the noise. I scooped him up, took him to my room and laid down with him, hoping a little boob and some snuggles would help his tired little body relax.

No chance! He snuggled a few minutes, started playing around, and eventually popped up, more than ready for breakfast and playing with his sister.

And of course, a few moments after he sat up, I heard S calling for me from her bathroom. She had pooped.

Guess my quiet morning was non-existent. We'll try again tomorrow!

He's lucky he's so darn cute. And that I love him so much! It really is true what they say ...

[ photo from google search ]