Natalie has been so rotten today. She woke up in a great mood, but was so ornery during church that I had to take her out once, and then Nathan took her out for good right after communion. From the time we got home, she knew her Grammy was coming by to see her and bring her presents from her Florida vacation. Grammy couldn't get here soon enough. Natalie tried to escape several times and threw tantrum after tantrum wanting to see her. Finally, Nathan's mother arrived. I honestly don't know that I've ever been so happy to see her. Natalie was so happy while Grammy was here; they played and watched a movie, so Nathan and I made a mad dash to get as much cleaning done as possible. After Nate's mom left, we all laid down for a nap. It took Nathan and me almost two hours of fighting Natalie to get her to sleep. My pillow is now covered with tears, snot, and chocolate milk. The nap lasted a few hours. My plan was to go for a run while Nate and Natty slept, but I was wiped out after wrestling Natalie down for so long that I fell asleep too. When I woke up, it was storming. Thank you, Mother Nature, for ruining my plans. Honestly, as I sit here reflecting on today, the hours of about 6:00pm-8:00pm are such a blur. Natalie must not have been too bad, but we must not have had a terribly enjoyable time either. Natalie usually goes to be between 8 and 8:30pm, but Nathan "made a deal" with her (if there is such a thing with a two-year old) and decided to allow Natalie to stay up a little later to watch Minnie's Bow-Tique if she would "go to bed like a good girl". Around rolls 8:55...Natalie's TWO- she's GOT to go to bed! Needless to say, she didn't hold up her end of the deal. For the first time in a very long time, we had to let Natalie cry it out (yes, I'm one of those moms), and it lasted for a solid hour. Yikes! I went in her room once to try to console her and put her back to bed. It didn't work. But, she's finally asleep now *crosses fingers that she STTN*.
I know I sound like I'm complaining, and maybe I am. Then I read blogs written by mommas who have lost a baby and a mom whose infant is on hospice, and I feel like a terrible mother. Here I am, frustrated by things these mothers will never experience with their boys. I pray for them and their families every.single.day. I cannot even begin to imagine the hurt and other emotions they are experiencing. I am doing my best to enjoy each and every moment with Natalie, the good and the bad, because things could change drastically in an instant. None of us are promised another tomorrow.
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