The fighting. The tattling. The hitting, scratching, kicking, poking, and drawing on one another with markers. The whining. The complaining.
And have I mentioned they’re not sleeping at night? Still up until nearly 10PM, and awake at midnight for a little while, and then awake again at freaking dawn (and dawn? She comes early now, folks!). Last night they both were up until about 9:30; woke up again at midnight and tried to come into bed with us. There was not room for all of us. Linnea left because Sarah insisted on snuggling with me, Linnea didn’t want to snuggle with M, so she went and slept on the floor. Then she got into bed with us AGAIN.
Both my girls and I have RLS (Restless Leg Syndrome). I’ve had it all my life, and thought I was completely nuts until I realized that it’s an actual medical condition. The best way I can describe it is like having mild electrical currents running up your leg. Not painful. But not pleasant, either. Your legs refuse to stay still, you get really twitchy. Ours seem to be mild cases, hitting mostly when we’re exhausted. When Linnea or I get them: I give us Advil, which seems to help. Sarah? She’s allergic to Advil, and Tylenol doesn’t seem to have the same effect, so: she gets to suffer through. Which means we ALL get to suffer through.
Finally, I got up and went and slept on the couch. A few minutes later, Nea came out and slept on the loveseat. Sarah woke up at about 5 (three hours later) screeching that she needed to “snuggo Mama!” and she came out and joined me. I got up, went back to bed, made M go get Linnea and put her in Sarah’s bed, and that’s how we concluded our HIGHLY restful evening.
All of which serves to make the whining, complaining, crying, fighting, hitting, tattling, kicking, screaming, tantruming, punching, poking, and markering that much worse–both as a cause, and as an effect.
I’m kind of at my wit’s end with the sleeping thing. It’s been a couple weeks now of not sleeping well at all. I’m not sure what to do. But I’m thinking tonight: Nea’s getting some Dramamine and Sarah is getting some Tylenol. If they’re not sleeping because they’re legs won’t let them rest: we’ll try and address it as best we can.
But something’s got to give.
Then, on the flip side, are all the many sweetnesses of getting to stay home with the girls. Linnea is writing a play, and she’s planned the staging and the costumes…as near as I can tell, she’s still missing an actual story to tell, but that doesn’t stop her. She LOVES art, and I’m thinking about having the two of us work on a book together, sending it off to Snapfish, and giving it to people for Christmas gifts (if you read this and are on my Christmas gifting list: SURPRISE!). She’s growing up into such a young lady! Asking about the way a big kid holds silverware, doing her “homework” (a kindergarten prep book I bought her), drawing hopscotch squares on the patio with sidewalk chalk, helping me cook lunches and dinners. It’s fun!
And if Linnea is growing up fast, Sarah is growing up even faster. Her language development is plowing forward in leaps and bounds. Last night, I took her bowl of cottage cheese away. It looked empty, she’d said she was done, but when I took it away she shouted, “Hey! You get back here with my cottage cheese!” CRAZY. (Her new pediatrician was concerned because she hadn’t heard Sarah talk at all during the visit, and asked if I thought Sarah knew at least 10 words. I told her, “Sarah can pull out more than 10 sentences.”) She’s so loving with her little doll babies, and she does a lot of mimicking the imaginitve play she sees her big sister do. I think she’s proably a budding tattoo artist, as she can’t have a marker in her hand without giving herself colorful designs all over her body. Paper? She don’t need no stinking paper!
I have such fun girls. I’m still not sorry that I quit my job to stay home with them. But that sleep thing? That’s critical.