I thought “shit, she’s so damn organized,” which she is and I’m so… whatever.
My kids are not on a schedule. Of any kind.
Pea is on a semi-schedule now.
She’s an absolute night owl and is not the best sleeper and she has never been since birth. We tried that whole “put her on a schedule” thing when she was born and it didn’t work. So for my own sanity, I just decided to be a go with the flow mom. I had quit my job and was at home with her, so I could totally do that.
C.J. is on a schedule, but not because of me. He’s on a schedule because the women at daycare are Jedi masters of infants and get them to sleep at certain times.
At night, though, it’s just a free-for-all.
We get home and I have 8 million billion things that I need to do. So I set him down to play with his sister and get to it.
Sometimes, he takes an afternoon nap round 5 or so. Sometimes not.
Usually he gets fussy round 7 ish and is ready for bed. I try to keep him up as late as I can with hopes that it will help him to “sleep longer,” but no… that shit don’t work.
At night? It’s a shitshow. I’m an on demand feeder. Mostly because
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Go ahead.
Judge me.
I don’t give a shit.
Yes. I stick a boob in my son’s mouth at 2 am to get him to shut up.
There. I said it.
Fuck you, very much.
On a good night, he’ll only wake up twice for a feeding.
I try to let him cry a bit to self-soothe and shush him if that doesn’t work and rock him and hold him close and blah blah blah.
And then I feed him.
Cause dammit he’s 21 pounds and he’s fuckin hungry.
Some nights, like last night, I won’t feed him because I know he’s not hungry. He just wants to say Dada, Dada 2 million times at 3 am and I’m okay with that.
Some nights, when I’m overly tired. I’m not as welcoming to the thought. Those are the nights that I wish I had the presence of mind to try to put my kid on a schedule when he was born.
But I didn’t.
And you know, it is what it is.
When he falls asleep in the car? I sit in the car til he wakes up.
I try to prioritize things in my life and him being on a schedule? Isn’t a priority. Mostly because I don’t have anywhere pressing to be or to do. Shit gets done when it gets done.
I applaud Jessica, though, she ‘s got all her ducks in a row and I wish sometimes that could be me.
How bout you? Are your (were your) kids on a schedule or no?
Cause I failed at that
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