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Friday, February 22, 2013

Sleeping Beauty


Before Angel was born I didn’t really think about sleep too much.  I went to bed when I was sleepy and woke up when I was fully rested.  Since her birth sleep has become something I obsess over.  In the beginning, when they are first born, you wake up every 2 to 3 hours to nurse and eventually become so sleep deprived that you begin to hallucinate (See my blog Sleep Deprivation ).  I had hoped that as she got older that she would grow out of this not sleeping through the night phase, but alas she hasn’t.  I know, I know she is almost 3 and should have been sleeping through the night in her own bed about 2 years ago and to all you people that brag and say my baby slept through the night after 6 weeks I say SHUT IT!!!!!  I can’t imagine.  Now instead of my pre-Angel uninterrupted 8 hours of glorious rest, I get about 2 hours (sometimes less) before I am rudely awaken by screams through the monitor.  The funny thing is, now it is not crying though the monitor, it is hostile demands.  “Mommy you come in here and get me right now!”  Well, who am I to argue with that?????  Yes, I understand that I am an enabler to this situation, but it breaks my heart to hear her cry and when she doesn't sleep with me I end up waking up anyway wondering if she is okay.  It also doesn't help the fact that her Dad allows her to sleep with him when she is at his house.  So even if I get her to sleep in her bed at home when she comes back from his house I have to start all over again.

It wouldn’t be so bad if once she got into my bed she slept like a normal person but she sleeps like a wild animal.  I have been kicked in the back, slapped in the face, and head butted in the nose……. not fun things to wake up to in the middle of the night.  I have a king size bed which one would think would be big enough for a 5’2 adult and a munchkin but apparently it’s not.  I end up basically hanging off the side of the bed mostly trying not to get kicked.  She also can carry on full conversations with someone about something I don’t really understand but it still wakes me up.  I know there are some people that enjoy family beds (a bed where everyone sleeps together) and to them I say good for you, apparently you don’t need beauty rest as badly as I do.  It is this reason why the Friday nights when Angel leaves to go to her Dad’s I have a date with Benadryl or some red wine.  I would rather sleep than anything else.  I am really hoping this desire for sleep is not a sign of old age merely a sign of parenthood.

I recently got rid of the baby monitor, because there is something about those red lights blazing at midnight that forces me to get up, go get Angel and allow her to sleep with me.  I have done very well so far this week encouraging her to sleep in her own bed.  Last night was an exception, there was a bad thunderstorm she does not like loud noises so when I was awaken from the thunder I knew she had been as well.  The really awesome part of all of this is when she does sleep with me she wants to hold my hand.  So as tired as I am when her little hand curls around my thumb I still smile and am thankful she is right there beside me.  Then I get kicked in the head or she thrashes around and I look forward to my date with a good night sleep and maybe just maybe Prince Charming will wake me with a kiss.  Then again maybe I will wake myself up, turn over and go back to sleep.  

Monday, February 18, 2013

Miss Independent


At some point when our children are babies we look forward to them being able to do things by themselves.  Who knew how much you could get accomplished when they started holding their bottle all by themselves?  Then they progress to entertaining themselves, feeding themselves and eventually putting their shoes on by themselves and the shoes seem to always end up on the wrong foot.  These are all healthy stages of development that all children must go through in order to gain their sense of independence.  Then they start talking………..
 As Angel’s 3rd birthday quickly approaches I have noticed she is in the stage I like to refer to as Miss Independent.  Her favorite things to tell me are, “I do it”, “Let me do it”, “I can do it by myself” and recently she told me, “Don’t touch me I want to do it by myself!”  Excuse me!  I tolerate certain things and allow her to do certain things all by herself, like getting dressed.  The other day she wore pink Elmo pajama pants, with a sleeveless hot pink dress that was from last summer which now looked like a shirt, purple socks and an orange sweater (the sweater was only because I made her do to the fact it was quite cold outside).  She looked like a hot mess from the Goodwill! No chance was she going to wear the cute leopard print and lime green outfit I wanted her to wear.  I gritted my teeth and allowed it thanking God we were just going to my Mother’s.  I do allow her to wear almost what she wants because I feel like she is exercising her creativity and independence, isn’t that what the saying, “don’t sweat the small stuff” is all about? 
It is other stuff that really gets me, as I write this I hear her yelling, clapping her hands saying, “Mom you come here right now!”  (I laid her down for a nap 15 minutes ago.)  Things like that and her telling me what to do.  I don’t know when we exchanged pants, but I clearly need to get mine that she is wearing back.  The biggest problem I have with Miss Independent is when she wants to do something that could potentially hurt herself; the latest is climbing onto the barstools.  I still hold my breath every time she does this new act of independence.  I know that she has to do this and if she falls she will learn the consequences and hopefully be more careful in the future.  It is still very hard for me to watch paranoid that she is going to fall.  After all I am the mother that wanted her to wear a helmet when she was learning how to walk. 
At this point it looks like I am stuck with Miss Independent for a while.  Hopefully, this stage will go away long enough for me to prepare for Miss Independent tween and eventually the dreaded Miss Independent teenager! 
PS Yes, I did go into her room.  She informed me that she did not need a nap, and I informed her that she did.  She is napping now, looks like I won that round.  I did have to rock her and tell her a story though.  I guess getting those pants back will be a very tedious process………

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Happy Valentines Day!

It’s that time of year again, the dreaded Valentine’s Day. For those of you who like this holiday I say good for you. I have never really cared for Valentine’s Day thinking it was an evil ploy by Hallmark and Whitman’s to increase their revenue. It is a holiday of obligation. If you are in a relationship you are expected to provide your partner with some, if not all, of the commercialized products associated with Valentine’s Day. I can’t imagine the pressure some guys have from their girlfriends/wives to find the perfect gift, and for the girls that anxiously await their dozen red roses as they watch all of their co-workers get theirs. I remember when I was in elementary school feeling somewhat anxious about how many Cracker Jack Valentine’s I would get in my decorated shoe box. What if I didn’t get any? It was bad back then if one of the girls in your class got more than you, now with FaceBook it’s even worse. Don’t get me wrong I am happy for all my friends that happily post pictures of their flowers, jewelry, and quotes about how amazing their husbands are and maybe a tad bit jealous, not that I would ever admit it.


I got to thinking about my feelings toward this holiday last year, and although I forced myself to have a good time, I was just a little bitter towards it all. (Check out my blog from last year)  This year I am not going to dwell on the fact that I am not in a relationship (I do have a date though ;) instead I am going to focus on possibilities. Of course, I am just like every other single girl out there who can’t wait to hear those 3 perfect words. I would just rather hear them on an off day and for the person that says them to me to mean it, as opposed to reading it across the chest of a $5.00 teddy bear that was purchased at a gas station.

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone tell someone you love them and mean it!

Saturday, February 2, 2013

I Work Out!!!!



In my last post I wrote that I had joined a gym.  I have always enjoyed working out.  When I was in 9th grade my best friend Laura and I would stay after cheer-leading practice, wait for the boys to finish working out and work out in their weight room (girls did not have a weight room).  We would also go out to her father’s garage and see who could bench press the most.  My dad told me that if I could bench 85 pounds 10 times, I could start dating.  I was 14 and that was incentive.  I achieved that goal that deal was quickly forgotten, and I still had to wait until I was 16 to date.  I have always had a gym membership.  Once I graduated from high school I took up teaching aerobics so that I could have a membership to a gym.  I even worked at the Mecca of Bodybuilding, Gold’s Gym in Venice CA, for the membership but also for some very interesting people watching.   
The gym I joined is one of the chains that promise no meat heads or judgment.  I joined because it was inexpensive and there are multiple locations in my area that I can go to.  This makes it very easy with my schedule and does not allow me any excuses not to go.  One thing I can say is you get what you pay for.  The last gym I was a member of was top of the line.  It is one of the largest independently owned gyms in the country and has everything from indoor outdoor pools and tennis courts.  It offered private Pilates lessons, any type of group fitness you can think of, steam room, sauna, and the latest and greatest fitness machines. Most importantly it was clean!!! I don’t like to think of myself as a germaphobe, but I don’t like other peoples funk.  One of the things I noticed at my current gym is that quite a few of the other members did not wipe down the equipment once they were done.  Really???? It took everything I had not to say something to some of these people.  I guess you get what you pay for. 
One of my girlfriends suggested that the gym was a great place to meet people (meaning guys).  2 of the 3 major relationships I have had were with guys I met at the gym, and we all see how well that worked out for me.  So I just keep my head down, earphones in and occasionally wear my old wedding band for good measure.  The good thing is now that I have been working out some I am not as out of breath as I was when I climb 4 flights of stairs.