Snooze, Don’t Snooze

Pumpkin has completely adapted to the one nap a day schedule (whew – I though the transition process might be a bit more gruesome than that). She goes down for her nap right after lunch, and snoozes for approximately two hours. This is good because The Princess has her “resting time” right about then also (Resting = vegging on the couch to watch some quality programming kids’ show for 30 minutes), so I get a bit of down time myself. Delightful. After The Princess rests, I get some one-on-one time with her, which she seems to not hate so much.

Wednesday night, determined to stay up late and see how I felt the next day, I stayed up until 11:15 watching part one of the “Top Chef” season finale (Does anyone else watch this? Marcel SO gives me the heebie jeebies). I woke up Thursday morning to Hubby shaking my arm to rouse me. I looked at the clock: it was 6:41! Holy smoke!

I could NOT believe I got to sleep past six. I was beside myself. I was giddy. I had a rockin’ day yesterday – I wasn’t going to let ANYTHING ruin my day. I was well rested, I was refreshed – by golly, don’t rock the boat.

Last night, I attempted to repeat the process, staying up too late reading a book that wasn’t that great. Hubby shook me awake at 2 to go check on Pumpkin. She was having a massive coughing fit. It was pretty nasty, and she was obviously not happy. Unfortunately, we didn’t have a drop of cough syrup in the house! I changed her pants, got her some water to drink, and she settled back down. I could hear her hacking in the baby monitor sporadically through the night. Hubby was up with her at 4 a.m., and after he settled her in for the rest of the night, he went to work (!).

She “slept in” until 6:30 – but I was up long before that, listening to her coughs. After dropping The Princess off at preschool, we made a beeline for the drugstore to get some cough medicine which seems to have done the trick. Now that we can medicate her, I’m hoping for another night of blissful slumber.

Wish me luck.