By the clock
Sleep. Sweet, delicious, satisfying sleep. I can't get enough of it these days. I nap each day for two hours -- three on the weekends -- and I feel like I could spend even more time in bed.
But the problem with these naps is that I stay up too late and can't fall asleep. But if I don't nap, the sickness gets the better of me and I turn into a raging bitch by dinnertime. It is a dilemma.
Jack has been cooperating with my need for sleep lately by adhering to the new alarm-clock edict. After dealing with him getting out of bed and yelling for us at the un-Godly hour of 6 a.m., we bought a digital alarm clock for his room. We told him he couldn't get out or call for us until the first number was a 7. And damned if the kid didn't listen!
The first few nights, we're convinced he just laid there and stared at the clock, willing it to turn to 7, even though it was 10 p.m. Because normally he gets out and runs around a few times. But those nights we never heard a peep from him. And he did stay in the bed in the morning. What else can we convince him to do with a clock? This is awesome.
Two days ago, he woke up at 6 and called for me, and I went in a reminded him the clock didn't say 7. I shut the door and went back to bed and SO DID HE. He woke up at 7:15 a.m.
I call this a success. Little does he know we're going to start moving the clock back and his "7" is going to be "9" by the middle of summer. Bwahahaha. The power of being the adult is heady.
But the problem with these naps is that I stay up too late and can't fall asleep. But if I don't nap, the sickness gets the better of me and I turn into a raging bitch by dinnertime. It is a dilemma.
Jack has been cooperating with my need for sleep lately by adhering to the new alarm-clock edict. After dealing with him getting out of bed and yelling for us at the un-Godly hour of 6 a.m., we bought a digital alarm clock for his room. We told him he couldn't get out or call for us until the first number was a 7. And damned if the kid didn't listen!
The first few nights, we're convinced he just laid there and stared at the clock, willing it to turn to 7, even though it was 10 p.m. Because normally he gets out and runs around a few times. But those nights we never heard a peep from him. And he did stay in the bed in the morning. What else can we convince him to do with a clock? This is awesome.
Two days ago, he woke up at 6 and called for me, and I went in a reminded him the clock didn't say 7. I shut the door and went back to bed and SO DID HE. He woke up at 7:15 a.m.
I call this a success. Little does he know we're going to start moving the clock back and his "7" is going to be "9" by the middle of summer. Bwahahaha. The power of being the adult is heady.
posted by Amy at
8:30 PM
5 Comments:
oh my, the tiring 1st trimester. I'm sure you're waiting anxiously for that "burst" of energy you get in the 2nd tri. There's nothing worse than being tired, I'm needing naps too lately and I'm not even pregnant.
this is a fantastic idea-- Harry gets up at 6:15 on a good day. he's really into being a big boy, so maybe, just maybe, his pride of number recognition would keep him in his room.
thanks for the tip!
the restaurant was le'toile-- I'd give it a solid "eh"
I can vividly remember my parents showing us what 6:30 on the clock looked like because that's when Saturday morning cartoons started (back before cable and 24/7 TV programming) and we didn't have to bother them that early.
I laughed out loud at the last sentence - I can't WAIT until Maggie can understand something like that!
that is an awesome idea!!
oh, I so remember the exhaustion of the first trimester. I envy you, but i don't, you know?! LOL
enjoy your naps!!
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