I don’t want to be like this… I want Christmas to just be happy and exciting with my little one. But it’s a stressful time of year.
The travelling has been atrocious with two long drives in which we thought we were going to die. Zero visibility snow storms and a screaming toddler in the back seat ensuring our blood pressure was through the roof.
The family time has been trying. Gifts were in excess of our agreed upon budgets, and although we explained that we don’t want Avery too spoiled (for many reasons), our request was ignored. We were completely overwhelmed when we got home, trying to find places to put all of the noisy, ugly, plastic STUFF. Our garbage bin is overflowing, and I feel bad about that. Next year we want to wrap presents in cloth bags.
Avery’s sleep issues went from under control to a whole new hell – now she seems to have baby insomnia and is just AWAKE for hours every night. Nothing will get her to sleep, even nursing in our bed (I broke the night weaning because we were desperate, but it turned out that didn’t even work for sleep anymore). She also refuses to be in her crib again, after 9 months of being totally ok with it. So we’re tired. I’m touched out. I once again have no evenings free to rest. If she’s not glued to my (or her Mo’s) body, she’s crying. Please be a short developmental phase. PLEASE.
But, on the other hand, Avery had a great time seeing her extended family, she loved opening presents, and she was an absolute pleasure to be around. When I’m stressed and tired and just want to be at home in my bed with the covers over my head, I just have to look into Avery’s eyes and I see that the world is good again.
Except at night. At night the world is bad through her eyes, too.