I am in search of sleep. Have you seen it? Did I accidentally leave it at your house? Is it lost somewhere among the many toddler toys? It might be in the same place I left my sanity.
For about 4 weeks now we've been dealing with varying sleep problems, unpredictable bed&nap time behaviors, and most unpleasantly: hours of wakefulness usually between 11pm and 4am.
Sometimes he goes to sleep within 30-45 minutes of being put to bed (including reading stories). But, we have to stand there, in his room or in the doorway so when he 'prairie-dogs' (pokes his head up to look for us) he sees we're still there. Which means the bedtime-parent (Matt) and the off-duty parent (Me) are both stuck sitting or standing in silence in the darkened house until Jack falls asleep. Am I setting Jack up to only sleep in silence? Yes. But, you know what, I'm so desperate for a few hours to myself that I'll basically do anything to get him to fall asleep so Matt and I have enough time together to watch a movie or 1 or 2 DVRed shows before we have to go to bed because we know it's inevitably going to be a long night.
Sometimes Jack only wakes up 2 or 3 times a night and falls back asleep within 1-2 minutes. We call that a good night. Sometimes Jack wakes up and talks to himself for 1-4 hours (loudly, so we can't sleep) but he doesn't need us. So we lay in bed and pray that it will all be over soon.
Sometimes he waked up distraught and requires 30 minutes to an hour of consoling, bribery and yelling to get him to lay down long enough to relax and thus fall back asleep. If this happens it's usually an indicator of a
very long night, because it never happens just once.
Jack hasn't slept through the night in 4 weeks.
I cannot believe I have only 12 weeks to solve this problem before I'm going to have to split my eye-twitching frustration between a toddler and a newborn. Do I feel alone? Yes. Do I feel helpless? Yes. Do I feel like it's going to be like this forever? No. But I do feel that even if we came up with a workable solution to this problem when the baby comes Jack will regress, and he'll probably regress on sleep, because that's the kind of luck I have. Do I feel manipulated by my toddler? Oh hell yes. Do I feel terrible that I have tried to put him in time out, bribe and scream at my toddler all over sleep? Yes. I feel bad for my neighbors who have to hear it every night.
Honestly, I've tried damn near everything, twice. I've Googled the shit out of this problem and I've tried every solution suggested, even the ones that don't apply because my less-than-2-year-old isn't in a crib anymore. I think my 'favorite' part is Matt and I are both so desperate at this point for some real measurable change in this behavior that we're at each others throats about how to solve it. Not because he believes in one solution and I believe in another, but because we oscillate between believing we just have to hunker down and wait it out and we have to 'do something' to solve the problem and thus get impassioned to the point that we'll defend our stance on general principal.
I'm seriously considering buying some plywood and building a cage.... erm, crib around that twin bed. It could totally work, right? That wouldn't be weird at all.
I don't really know what the point of this blog is. Normally I'd share some news or ask for advice, or poll the readers but I feel like I've already tried it all, so unless there are any guaranteed solve your problem in 3 days solutions out there I
haven't already tried I'm not really looking for suggestions (unless you can
actually guarantee them.) I'm just so stinkin tired of spinning my wheels, spending my money and resenting my completely innocent toddler all in the name of sleep.
We kicked of the morning with a maternity photo shoot for baby#2. All the good pics are on Matt's camera, of course. I'm psyched to see them because we got some cute ones with Jack and some cute ones with Jack and Matt and then some of just me and baby. 
I'm officially announcing that the bathroom is done. I have mixed feelings about this because this is the 'cloth diaper' bathroom. Since it went out of commission nearly a month ago we've been using disposables. It's been easy (lots more trash generated, but easy) though it hasn't helped with the potty training because the cloth allow Jack to feel minimal wetness, which is a step in the right direction. So now we have a fancy new bath and we are ::sigh:: back to cloth.
We helped Daddy make the pizza dough for tonight's dinner.
We also tried to do some cooking ourselves. As I took this picture I was yelling "Matt, Matt, Matt, oh no! Matt!" He was standing just to the left in front of the sink. That measuring cup did end up in the mixing bowl, splash! Neither of us could act fast enough, and it makes for a cute shot, no?
