I ended up getting quite a few things done that would have taken a lot longer with a "helper". Plus, I basically got the rest of the stocking stuffers I needed, including some things for Jeff and Amma's stocking. Also, even if I'm running errands, I forget how nice time alone is. I was out of the house for about two and a half hours and didn't have to worry about anyone but myself. Blissful was what it was. (#1)
Tonight was a rough bedtime night for my Grayson. We have essentially taken his soother away. This happened kind of by accident and is a story that most won't find interesting enough for me to take the time to type out, so I'll save myself from doing so. The point is that he's teething (I can see one tooth that's very, very close to pushing through, and a second that's right behind) and has a bit of a cold. He is also at that age where he realizes that he would rather not go to bed because playing is much more fun. None of this is the "good thing", but two "good things" flow from this:
2. Once I put Gray into bed, he immediately flipped his noodle, which he never does. He never cries or fusses or anything. Sometimes he chats with himself for a while. He does some good wall kicking. But he never gets upset. I had to go in and read Carter his last book, so I told my mother-in-law to go in and pick Gray up and comfort him if he got more upset or was still at it in a few minutes. I heard her go in there and I could hear her humming to him. She did calm him down a bit, but I heard him wind back up again and decided that Advil was the answer.
When I went in there to give it to him, he was cuddled right into her. It was so sweet. (I think everything is so sweet, I know, but... well... I do!) I gave him his meds and she stood up from his rocking chair and came over to give him a kiss and say goodnight. He kept saying, "bye, Amma. Amma, bye," over and over. So cute. (I wanted to say "sweet" there so freakin' bad.)
3. I read him another book, cuddled him, and found that he flipped out any time he could tell I was going to leave the room. He ended up falling asleep in my arms. Sitting in his rocking chair with him that way took me back to two years ago when he was a wee babe. It made me both miss that time, and also grateful that those always hard nights are over. I didn't hate holding him that way though. And I didn't hate the way he said, "Mommy stay," when he woke up when I tried to put him into his bed.
I don't know if it's teething, the lack of soother (which I did try to give him back and he refused (!), or if he's just not feeling well, but knowing that just having me there gives him comfort is the most wonderful feeling. I feel like it tells me that, as a mom, I'm doing a lot of things right, in spite of the many things I'm constantly telling myself I'm doing wrong.
And with that, this mama needs to get her ass to bed. I have littles to register in swimming tomorrow and registrations opens at 7. #DomesticBlissIsExhausting
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