My husband is a BIG redditor, he is on Reddit several times a day. I think it's his boredom therapy...
He noticed in Daddit, that some people were letting their kids self-feed at around the same age that our son is at now, and so we decided to give it a go... I wish I had stripped him of his clothes first... but lessons learned...
My son that is... he is his mothers son. While I've never heard my mom say it to me, I'm sure she's thought it..."just wait until he does that to you..." Well, here we are. I have been told I was stubborn, and a pretty awful sleeper. I sleep so lightly, that the cat eating from her dish in the bathroom, or the dog chewing her ball under the bed will wake me up.
For the last 3 weeks, my son has slept great! Going down at 7:45-8:15 ish, and not waking until around 4-5 getting some food, and going back down until 8. But not every night. Tuesdays, my husbands first night off, he refuses to sleep more than 45 minutes at a time, and so I'm up almost all night with him. And Wednesday nights, my husbands last night off, he does the same.
I understand that he doesn't see daddy much, because he works nights, and sleeps days, but this habit is getting out of control. I tell my husband how well our son sleeps ALL week long, and then on his 2 days off, he sleeps like a newborn again. At almost a year, this shouldn't be happening! Not so reliably!
In his (slight) defense, he is teething. Just cut his first tooth, and doesn't take his Tylenol or Advil easily, spits out the teething tabs before they dissolve, and will gag himself (intentionally) when I use the teething gel. He is too smart, and too stubborn for his own damn good!
But I love him. And I hate it when he is crying and in pain, but even Mommy cuddles don't fix it. It's heartbreaking.
I believe that Uncommon Nonsense stated it perfectly in her blog post about FOMO Baby (FOMO: Fear of Missing Out)
In an attempt to start of on a good foot, I am going to show you what I've done to productively burn of and vent my frustrations; (Aside from playing video games, which granted, do burn on frustrations, and shooting aliens and zombies is much cheaper than seeing a therapist, it's not terribly productive). I've been working on a garden.
I am by no means a green thumb, and I don't have much luck with herbs or veggies, and honestly, I can't remember what the flowers I picked are called, but they are pretty, and it makes me happy.
The red daisy looking flowers aren't doing so hot due to the sun exposure, so I am thinking next paycheck I'll get some mini sunflowers and replace them, I'll put the red ones into a stacking planter in the front of the house, where the sun exposure is less.
There comes a time in ones life, sometime several times, where you realize you have spent so much time focusing on others, that you forget to care for yourself. In that respect, this blog and myself are the same. I have been so busy catering to my husbands work schedule, working on school work, raising my son, and creating little creatures to sell at our local market, that I haven't spent any time figuring out the things I need. As a person, as an artist, and as a mother, I've failed to supply myself with the things I need. I have to schedule showers 3-4 days in advance, and sometimes don't make that appointment.
I have decided that it's time I figure out something for me.
I vow to work on the things that I need sometimes. And let the word NO re-enter my vocabulary.
I vow to try to brush things off my shoulder when they hurt, and to always bounce back.
I vow to write more, and to draw more, and to create more that is NOT related to my work.
I vow to shower when the baby naps, instead of waiting for hubby to wake up from his graveyard shift.
I vow to post here more, and facebook less.
I vow to find constructive ways to vent my daily frustrations, instead of bottling it up until it causes a migraine (Like Sunday)
I vow to play more with the baby and the dog.
I vow to take time out of each day to clean, OR run dishes/laundry, and not try to take it all on every day.
I vow to accept that I am not SUPER WOMAN, and I can not do it all.
I vow to be a better friend to myself.
I vow to uphold these goals to the best of my ability, if it means making a reminder on my phone for each one!