Apr
27
I’m pretty sure that Eleanor has the sixth sense. The other day we were in the bathroom and she stared wide-eyed into the empty shower and whispered, “who dat?” I asked her what she was talking about and she just pointed and whispered, “who dat?” She was like a mini female Haley Joel Osment. Creepy.
I didn’t think about it again until we were visiting the Schubert’s new apartment. Apparently, the building is full of old people and they suspect that their apartment became vacant because it’s previous resident passed away.
We came by the weekend they moved in to bring them dinner and see the new place. During our tour Eleanor went into the bathroom and came out and said that the “Doctor” was in there. She came out and asked to go see the “Doctor” again. Throughout the evening she kept wanting to go into either the bathroom, the closet, or the bedroom to see the “Doctor”. Clearly the Schuberts are being haunted by Dr. Ghost.
Kids are so creepy.
Apr
08
I know guys. I know. I owe you a post. I owe you a bunch of posts. But I am so exhausted this week that I just haven’t been able to get it together to actually sit and concentrate and write one. It’s been hard enough to work and take care of Eleanor and go to Pilates and go to my Assistance League meeting and act like a normal human being rather than a Zombie.
Here’s what is going on: The great bedtime battle continues. Night after night after night after night. Put Eleanor to bed. Eleanor gets up. Walk her back to bed. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Occasionally we notice that the light is on in her room long after we thought she had fallen asleep. Upon entering we find the scenes that you may remember from last week:
And it’s not just bedtime that’s the issue. Our formerly excellent 7:30pm-to-7:30am sleeper is having all sorts of issues. She wakes up in the middle of the night. Every night. She occasionally cries in her room, but most nights she gets up and walks into our room. Thankfully for me, and unfortunately for Josh, he sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door. So although we are both awakened, Josh is the one that walks her back to bed.
And it gets better. Even though she’s going to bed late and waking in the middle of the night, she wakes up at 5 or 6am! Most mornings she gets up while I’m showering, just after Josh has left. She staggers into the bathroom rubbing her eyes and saying “it’s too bright!” Then occasionally she turns the lights out and I get to finish showering in the dark. I then get to rush through my shower and try to occupy her while I get dressed, put my makeup on, blow dry my hair and eat my breakfast. I end up giving her breakfast and sticking her in front of the tv with Finding Nemo, Toy Story or Monsters, Inc. on until I’m ready to get her dressed and ready. Not my best parenting. But honestly I don’t know what else to do with her. She’s tired. I’m tired.
I am really missing that hour and half of toddler free morning time. I am not great in the mornings until I’ve had my shower and breakfast and coffee. I need my wake up time.
We have no idea what’s going on or how to fix it. But it’s making us all crazy and very cranky! Josh and I feel like we have a newborn again. Not so much fun.
