Or so it would seem.
Sleep is just never easy, is it? At least, not consistently. In all truth, it’s obviously light years better than, say, six months ago. But it’s a lot of steps forward, steps back, repeat. I know there’s a long-term net gain, but those steps back are always frustrating.
The good news is that, two times this week, both kids slept until nearly 7AM. That’s huge for my very early risers. The downside is that they don’t seem overall any more rested, sadly. This week, the fun seems to be centered around protesting/boycotting the afternoon nap. It’s weird. The morning nap goes generally smoothly. They don’t fight it too hard, and they have been staying asleep a solid hour to hour and a half. But that afternoon nap, man… They don’t especially want to go down, they stand up and look at each other and laugh… and then talk… and then cry… and then scream hysterically. Several times this week they’ve taken over 45 minutes to go to sleep, and then barely slept 35 minutes before waking up again.
And I don’t think for any reason that they’re somehow freakishly early in being ready to go to one nap. No way. They do not function at all well when they sleep that little, and it makes for a pretty crappy late afternoon. But for whatever reason, they’ve really been fighting it.
Today has been an especially funky day, sleep-wise. They woke up at 6:55am (rejoice, rejoice), but were fairly crabby much of the morning (nevermind on the rejoicing). OK, fine, they’re both getting over being sick, it happens. They had a so-so morning nap, and then we went to our final sign language class. Daniel was fussy from the moment he woke up, all the way through class. Great. He actually stayed awake in the car on the way home, which is unusual, so I took him right upstairs when we got home, and though he fussed quietly, he eventually slept for a bit over an hour. Fine.
Rebecca fell asleep in the car, woke up when we got her out, and had no interest in going back to sleep. She never did get more of a nap in the afternoon. By 5pm, she was all but falling asleep in her high chair at dinner. We really should have tried to put her down around 3:30, but by the time we realized she was getting tired, it was really too late to attempt a nap. M decided to put her in the tub and do bedtime at about 5:30, a solid hour to hour and a half earlier than usual. She fell asleep while eating her bottle, and down she went.
Daniel, despite having a semi-respectable afternoon nap of his own, was completely losing it. Decided to put him down around 6. You know it’s not a good night when he is even hysterical in the tub. Not good times. Anyways, put him to bed, he screams until he wakes up Rebecca. Lots of screaming. Eventually Rebecca is so hysterical that M decides to remove her from the room. It took nearly half an hour for her to finally calm down and fall asleep. She was so painfully overtired, she couldn’t shut down. Awful. Daniel, thankfully, fell asleep in his crib as this went down.
It’s just one of those nights. Don’t know if it’s the heat and humidity (if so, I’m seriously considering central air in this old house), or just one of those bad days. But it was the kind of hysterical, inconsolable crying that makes you positively frayed at the edges by the time everyone finally gets to sleep. I can only hope they’re down for the night, but I can’t say I’m feeling super optimistic. Ugh.
This, too, shall pass… This, too, shall pass… This, too, shall pass…