So much for my bravado of Monday. I was seriously laid out yesterday. It’s probably for the best, as I feel better today. I am still thinking of taking some rest time… right after I finish this post.
Monkey spent almost three hours yesterday morning on the couch with congestion and a fever. Bun still seems fine, although she is running from the nose and drooling like crazy from teething. The minute we step out of the house (IF we step out of the house this week), her face is going to be instantly chapped.
Monkey is wondering when the days’ DVD viewing is going to start. Yesterday, she got a steady diet of TV — I couldn’t deal. We even watched Wallace & Gromit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit twice. I managed to get some sleep during The Wizards of Ha’s. And I am a notoriously light sleeper.
Which brings me to another problem I am having: Monkey coming into our room in the morning to “sleep” with us.
We have started leaving Monkey’s door open at night (after she falls to sleep). She stuffed some diapers (unused) down her heating vent a couple of weeks ago (escalation of the no napping activity). My husband and my father-in-law both assure me that it’s not a fire hazard because we have electric forced air heat. I did manage to get a few out, but the vent is still clearly blocked. Because Monkey’s room is an icebox.
We gate off the stairs and the bathroom, but Monkey has full access to our room. And she takes full advantage of it. Usually, she comes in around 7 or 7:30 a.m. (which is what time I am getting up anyway), and urges us out of bed. But the past couple of days, it’s been much earlier, because it’s hard to sleep when you can’t breathe.
This morning, it was coughing at 5:30 in the morning, and pitiful cries of “mommy, mommy”. I got her tucked in, dosed with cough syrup, and waited for her to a) quit coughing and b) fall back to sleep.
My husband has no problem with Monkey coming to bed with us. He assures me that it is developmentally appropriate. Also, DearDR would sleep through a trumpeting herd of elephants stampeding through the back yard. I, on the other hand, wake up if he breathes too loudly.
So on top of the cold, I have the added bonus of being extra tired from trying to sleep with a toddler in the same bed. I don’t know about yours, but my 3-year-old tosses, turns, kicks and sings to herself.
She steals the covers, too. And as the cover-stealing champion for almost 37 years, believe me when I say that girl gives me a run for my money.
I’m a little groggy. I’m sure the cold medicine hasn’t helped, but I didn’t want to drip all over the library when I took Monkey for story-time.
That’s what Bun did.