It’s spring in Wisconsin, which can mean only one thing. A wonderful cold to go along with the roller coaster temperatures. This year, my little peanut got it first. Apparently she is going to take after mommy and have a complete intolerance to drastic temperature shifts.
As cruddy as I feel, all I want to do is head to bed, curl up under the blankets, fire up the space heater, and sleep. It’s 9pm and I’m only awake right now because I waited for Rick to get home before eating. If he had been home earlier, I wouldn’t be up right now! However, knowing that my little girl feels miserable, I’m fighting the urge to scoop her up and bring her to bed with me. She bawled when I took her to bed, “No, I want bed with mommy!”, the most heart-wrenching thing a mother can hear.
I’m struggling because we’ve been working hard at getting her to sleep all night in her own bed. Our queen size bed simply isn’t big enough for a size 18 mom, a big teddy bear of a dad, and a tall two year old. And at least two of us are bed hogs! The mommy side of me says that one night won’t hurt. My head says it’ll be a set back. My achy, snotty body says that I want a good night of sleep and that’s not going to happen with her sharing my bed.
Being a mom sucks sometimes! I wish there was a way to make her all better. I wish that my head, my heart, and my body all agreed on the right thing to do. Tonight, I think the heart is going to win. Perhaps I’ll come home from work and snooze before picking her up. Not something I like to do, but life is about compromise.
