My three year old needs one of us to lay with her to fall asleep. If we don’t, she has no problem with whining and crying for hours straight, so we take turns laying next to her until she falls asleep to stay sane. Actually, let’s be honest…I usually lay with her because she is screaming for me and not my husband. Does this sound familiar to any of you?
In a perfect world, I would lay with her for 10 minutes, she would be passed out, and I would tip-toe out of her room without making a sound. Unfortunately, this world is not perfect. Half of the time, it is 3 AM and I wake up confused, wondering where I am. I also wake up pissed, because another night went by where I didn’t clean/organize/RELAX/etc. A part of me loves it though- there is nothing better than a little snuggle time with my girl.
EXCEPT FOR WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WITH BLUNT TRAUMA TO THE HEAD.
Yep- last night our squirmy girl ended up with her head down by my feet. Meaning her feet were the opposite direction. Meaning that the blow to the back of my head at 2 AM was most likely her heel or knee. And she is strong. And it hurt.
I made my way back into my room without her noticing. I woke up this morning with her in our bed, on my pillows. I got pushed aside again, in my bed. How can someone so tiny take up so much space?
I remembered the events of last night this morning as my head was pounding. My husband called me at work and I told him what happened- and he said that he already knew what happened. “HOW?” I asked.
He said that when the threenager tried to come in our bed this morning, I supposedly told him to kick her out because she kicked me in the head.
It’s funny looking back, but not really.
My head is still pounding and I am scared to fall asleep in her bed tonight. I can’t make this stuff up. Literal #momproblems.
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