The storm last night was strong enough to wake the toddler. This kid slept through Superstorm Sandy, Hurricane Irene, and every other major storm that has come looking for him. This nameless storm rattled one window and he was awake at 11:30 as we were crawling into bed. Even worse, he didn’t wake up scared. He woke up happy and wanting to play.
Now, I’m unable to put my son down for bed. He just will not accept that I have that level of parental clearance. It has to be my wife and my mom has pulled it off a few times. This becomes a problem when my wife is exhausted because she has the mutant ability to fall asleep within a second. It was a disaster. She’s trying to get him to go to bed, he’s trying to play, and I’m trying to sleep because I know I’ll be the one getting up later in the night to handle the aftermath.
Somewhere in this chaos, my son tore down the baby gate at the top of the stairs. I saw him pulling at it with all his 31 pound strength. He’s tried this before without budging it, so I thought nothing of it. Then he pulled it down on top of him, which he saw as painful victory and I saw as a sign that nights will never be the same. That weekend my wife and I go up to Oswego for the convention leaves him sleeping upstairs alone and my parents sleeping downstairs. Not sure I’m liking this, but I can’t take him with us. He’d destroy things and he hates crowds, so my table would have a screaming toddler. That sounds like it would be bad for business.
I’ve also found that my friend won’t be making it out here for the weekend. This means I either wait until our Saturdays sync-up again or I use birthday money to go into the city for a day. Next week is my ‘vacation’ week, so I can easily pack up the Ipod and the Kindle to go for a day journey as long as someone is home to greet the toddler when he comes home.
I’m considering skipping my 30 minutes of biking due to exhaustion. I’ve done this before and I always get back on the bike the next day. Maybe I can regain some energy by the afternoon and get in a late exercise. If not then I just have to be very careful what I eat and drink today.




Nothing will do you in like a kid. Looks like I’ll miss yet ANOUTHER day at the dojo due to a barfing six year old. Sigh…
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Ouch. My sympathies.
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Isn’t life with a toddler fun? Actually now that I’m a grandma of a toddler, it is! Parenting … Not so much.
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It’s definitely forcing me to keep a list of what he puts us through. The list will come to light when he has kids and I get to check off revenge incidents.
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The exercise might give you energy…or con you into thinking you have energy. Anyway after raising three (toddlers that is) you have my sympathies. – John
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Thanks. I’m going to try to suck it up and get on the bike. Just need to figure out what ‘it’ is and roll off the bed.
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Children are a form of exercise I would think. Chasing them around the house while they’re causing mischief ^_^ That should burn a few calories, lol.
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A few. He doesn’t typically get very far with his little legs if I chase him. Far too much bounce in the little guy’s step if he’s trying to escape.
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