Vacation Blues

We spent Memorial Day weekend at my mom's house. It was a nice break from being alone with the kids- two more days until Jared gets home- and I got to see some family that I don't see very often. It really was a fun trip, but there is always some excitment when traveling with kids. This time, it was sleeping. My kids are relatively good sleepers. I am a very heavy sleeper and I don't wake up easy, or happy, so my kids learn real quick that it better be pretty important to wake mom up in the middle of the night. Sleeping at Grandma's house has not been a problem in the past but this time I let them have a little more say in where they slept. It all went downhill from there. T-bug wanted the couch because she has never gotten to sleep on the couch before. I was fine with that but Little Lou wasn't because that put her alone in the room that she and T-bug usually shared. So after much heart wrenching tantruming- I don't know if that's a word- she ended up on the floor in a room with Sunshine. Superman chose to sleep upstairs and thus avoided the drama that ensued- smart man already! Everyone went to bed happy, but T-bug woke me up at two thirty in the morning crying because she was scared and didn't want to be out there all alone. It took awhile to get her settled back down and me back to sleep. First night down, not too bad but not great.

Second night: T-bug throws a fit that she is not allowed to sleep on the couch again and doesn't want to be in the bedroom alone. Little Lou wants to sleep on the floor in the room with Sunshine again, but Sunshine isn't happy about that because Little Lou made too much noise breathing during the night. I put my foot down and let Little Lou sleep where she was and made T-bug sleep in the bedroom. Four hours later T-bug is still crying and has worked herself up into a state of hysteria. She wakes me up every half hour to tell me that she heard a noise and why can't we move Little Lou, who is sleeping soundly and breathing loudly, into the bedroom with her. Sunshine gets woken up and comes out to complain about the noise. One thirty in the morning finds me very tired and unhappy with my little T-bug. Thankfully she settles down around two and we get a little bit of sleep.

During breakfast the next morning T-bug yawns and looks at me sweetly and says "Mom, I slept good last night." Given my temperment at the time, she is lucky I brought her home with me! It may be awhile before we go anywhere overnight again!