14 Oct

I had something planned for tonight’s Random Mumma Thoughts Thursday. But then Zee happened. In an ironic twist, LD had gone off to sleep with nary a fuss. In the next room, Zee was slumbering also. It was a moment of perfection. And not yet 7pm. Everybody do the ‘Kids In Bed Happy Dance’!

But then, as I mentioned, Zee happened. He was in a sleeping bag in anticipation of the temperature dropping as the night progressed but for now, it seemed he was too hot. Of course, if I’d forgone the sleeping bag, no doubt I would be hearing from the child later when he was too cold. What’s a Little Mumma to do?

I went in to start the resettling.

And the resettling basically involves putting Zee back on the boob and then in mere minutes, transferring him back to his cot. But tonight, in a very random moment, fittingly, I got it into my head that I wasn’t going to boob this kid every time he needed resettling. Not anymore.

And that’s when the fun started.

My Zee is – how shall I put this? – a force. Willful and determined and having none of this no boob business. He screamed. And I mean, SCREAMED. Loud screaming. Seriously pissed off screaming. I could have caved. And resurrected what should have been a peaceful and relatively long evening spent with just the B and me. It’s so rare that we get a good couple of hours kid-free each night before one or both of us has to go to bed and die with exhaustion. So, I would have been well within my rights to cave. But then, why begin the process at all? It was dumb, a split-second decision but I was headfirst in it now so I figured I might as well ride it out.

That was 53 minutes ago.

So, what I had planned to write tonight will have to wait. I wanna go and grab at least some of that kid-free time. I have a date with B and True Blood Season 3.

I have begun something with my Zee. And he was well within his rights to kick and scream since there was no warning that I would be changing things up after almost 11 months of settling into this particular habit. I know boobing that baby boy to sleep – and then each time he needs resettling – has become unworkable. And even though I swore I wouldn’t do it this time around, the quest to have some kid-free time meant that I’ve been choosing the quickest, most painless way. The long-term consequences are what kick you in the nuts. But a tired Little Mumma is a desperate Little Mumma….even a lazy Little Mumma. So, we’ve started something and I hope to God I can hang in there and that little Zee can get with my program. I’ve got the feeling he might just sleep better overall.

So, on this Random Mumma Thoughts Thursday, let me give thanks for a sleeping Zee.  

Fresh out of the box and sleeping like a dream....


2 Responses to “RMTT #6”

  1. Candice October 16, 2010 at 8:08 am #

    Ar yes that ol’ chest nut. Hard one to crack for shoreknee. Wishing you the best of luck with that one. xx

    • Angie aka The Little Mumma October 16, 2010 at 11:55 am #

      Thanks Candibel. I need it! xxx

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