Holy bed-war Batman, it's been hellish out here at night.
Between an unscheduled week off school from snow and me down for the count with a stomach bug, Little Man has had some serious backsliding with bedtime. In all honesty, it isn't really even backsliding so much as a new way he's circumventing our attempts to keep his diaper on at night - but it is really awful. Awful to the point where last night I was in tears, and that was just after one incident. The night before we had 3, count 3 separate outfit changes and cleanups. That means 3 attempts at scrubbing the carpet and checking for ick, 3 pajama sets in the washer, 6 new pieces of duct tape to try and keep his diaper on, and 1 big load of nasty laundry. And poor Vegas was just being a normal baby and had a couple up-the-backs which meant a whopping 5 nasty diapers in less than 2 hours. Sesame Street has nothing on how much counting I've been doing lately.
I'm just beyond frustrated because there doesn't seem to be light at the end of this tunnel. I am upset that I find this whole situation so overwhelming that sometimes I just snap or cry at Hubs because otherwise I would be fighting with a little boy who can't fight back. There is no logic in being angry at Little Man, because even as you're sitting there using the mom-voice-of-disappointment, he is humming and laughing in his own little world. Yelling at him doesn't work either. He'll cry for a minute because he's startled by the noise, and then once the yelling is done he's back to himself. And I just get even more upset at myself because yelling at him seems just mean and useless when it is so clear he has no idea why I'm yelling. So most nights its just another tired "Buddy why did you do this again?"... then we tag-team cleaning up the mess and the kid.
I cannot wait for this stage to be past us. I cannot wait for a solution to appear to this crazy problem.
Besides Little Man's bed issues, Baby Vegas is going through his own sleep problems. Nothing major, he is just suddenly much more restless at night and wakes up searching for his pacifier every two hours or so. It just means one of us has to walk in, give him the binky and a pat on the belly, and he's back to sleep. This has only been the last 3 or 4 nights, so I'm thinking it's teeth or a growth spurt. Again, it's not anything to complain about but combined with the fact that Little Man's diapers are making us insane it's been a little rough here at night.
So please forgive my yawns - this war is slow and seems neverending.