I Should Have Listened

Tuesday was the Mondayest Tuesday that ever Mondayed. We were coming off an extra long weekend. I piled some vacation days on top of the holiday, so Mila ended up with six days in a row when she didn't have to wake up by any particular time.

Mila thinks waking up is stupid. It's especially stupid if you do it early.

So she didn't.

Mila slept until 9:00 or later nearly every day that I was off from work. I'm still waiting for Alexis to sleep past 9:00 multiple days in a row, so basically Mila is my favorite.

But then Tuesday showed up.

I made sure Mila went to bed at a decent time Monday night. I mean, she was in bed. She wasn't asleep. That didn't happen until way later than it should have, but I can't force the kid to close her eyes. She has to be responsible for something.

Like staying in her bed. Mila is responsible for staying in her own bed all night. She doesn't do it, but maybe some day she will? Maybe?

She didn't that night. Monday night she fell asleep late, woke up a bunch of times throughout the night, and then woke up for good early and UGH. There was actual pain dripping from her cries. The biggest problem was that she was already awake when my alarm went off, so I spent several minutes trying to pry myself out from under a toddler while simultaneously trying to trick her into falling back asleep. I think there are like three episodes of Friends that might have helped, but I haven't watched them lately.

(Hug and roll, kids.)

I thought I was in the clear when I finally slid out of bed, but I was very wrong. Yelling crashed through the silence. Mila was absolutely convinced that I needed to get back in bed. She yelled at me that I didn't need a shower. She yelled at me to lay down. She yelled at me to put my pajamas back on. There was a lot of yelling.

I handed her a tablet to watch Paw Patrol and headed to the shower anyway.

I stepped in cat puke along the way.

And then while I was in the shower, the light bulb burned out. Like, I was head-to-toe soap and suddenly it went dark and I'VE SEEN THAT MOVIE. It ends very badly for anyone who screams, so I didn't scream. But I wanted to. Dark showers are scary showers.

Somehow the man with the very big knife forgot to bust into the bathroom, so I returned to check on Mila.

She yelled at me to get back in bed.

All of that happened in the span of about 30 minutes, so I've declared that if ever again a Tuesday tries to Monday that hard, I'm going to listen to Mila. She's pretty smart when she says the only solution is to go back to bed.

Comments

[Elizabeth]

Charlie is 11, almost 12. Like Alexis he doesn't need much sleep. I am still waiting on him to sleep past 7am. With my luck Charlie will be a weird teenager who doesn't sleep all day and be up all night.

[Gina]

Emily was Alexis. She would check to see what time my alarm was set for, and set hers for 5 minutes earlier. She regularly got up at a time that started with a 5. Then suddenly she was an almost-teen, and I have to fight her out of bed in the morning.