Monday, September 27, 2010

A Day From Hell

I weighed myself this morning. I gained 2.2 lbs. Yes, it sucks, but I sucked last week and prepared myself for suckiness on the scale. Last night I was pumped to start the week. I was ready to be excited about eating healthy again and ready to start exercising again. Before you start shaking your finger at me, I'll tell you that I have been counting today. Everything.

That being said, today has been hell. My 2 1/2 year old son hasn't been sleeping very well. I'll write about the events leading up to that eventually. But we recently started him on Melatonin to help him sleep at night. He hasn't slept all night in over a week. I actually couldn't tell you the last time he slept all night. But last night was by far the worst night he's ever had. Even when he was a newborn. He was wide awake at 1am ready to go downstairs. He came into my bedroom and said, "Nice nap?" Which is what he says whenever he wakes up. I went into his room and layed down with him to try to get him back to sleep. I failed. Every time he would fall asleep, it wasn't a deep sleep. He'd start talking or fidgeting in his sleep and wake up when I got up to go back to my own room. I tried for 2 hours. So next it was my husband's turn. He tried for 2 hours. Finally, at 6am I just got up. Changed his diaper, put his clothes on, and drug my exhausted behind downstairs to give him breakfast.

His "terrible two" stage has been in full force for a few weeks, and I was not in the mood for it this morning. He asked for Cheerios, so I started to pour some. Then he started screaming, "NOOOOO I want Kix!!!!!" So I put the Cheerios away and started to pour the Kix. I set him at the table to eat and he started chowing down. There was a pile of dishes in the sink left from the night before that I started to load in the dishwasher. BIG mistake. Mason ate about half of his cereal and then dumped them on the table. "Dumping" is his new thing. He dumps everything out. If I forget to put a glass of water up out of his reach, he'll dump it out and proudly state, "I dumped." Makes me want to rip my hair out. So he's been in several time outs for this act, and he's got the routine down. When I first started giving him time outs, I'd call him over to me when his time was over, and ask him why he was in time out. If he didn't answer I would tell him. Then he'd apologize and I'd give him a hug. Now I don't even have to ask why he was in time out. He runs over to me and asks, "Why time out?" And so I'll ask, "Why?" And he says, "I dumped." It's so frusterating. So it's not even 7am and Mason's had a time out already. Not a good way to start the day.

The rest of the morning was actually not too bad. We took a shower, got ready to go, and went to Wal Mart to get him darkening curtains for his room. I'll try anything to help him sleep at this point. Then we went to a playdate at the church until 11am. We came home and I gave him a snack and layed him down for a nap. By this time I am constantly sneezing and my nose is running. I realize I have another cold. I just had one about 3 weeks ago! I feel like total crap, and not even able to finish a bowl of soup, I went upstairs to lay down. Did I sleep? Hell no. Thanks to the Fire Dept. across the street who must have left and came back every 15 minutes with their loud ass sirens and engines. And it seemed like every one of our neighbors were mowing their lawns. And then Mason woke up. Cranky like usual. I tried to make him lunch, but he wanted a snack. I gave him a few crackers while I made him some fish sticks and carrots and he was fine until I sat him at the table. He didn't want it. I was in no mood for temper tantrums so I threw it away. After about an hour of fighting, I finally let him have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It seems like all I do is yell at him lately, so I just decided this wasn't worth it anymore and gave him a damn sandwich. We'll work on that later...we have bigger problems!

We went for a drive so I could get a latte. Skim milk, no whip cream, and sugar free, thank you very much. was my second one of the day. I counted the points for both though. We drove around for a bit just so I could regain some of my sanity and patience. When we got home, I got some dry pasta and measuring cups out for him to play with. That lasted a whole 3 minutes before he started throwing them around the house, locating my glass of water and dumping it out on the floor. Time out #2. We then tried to make pasta art, by gluing them on paper. Again, lasting a whole 3 minutes before throwing them around the living room. After several prompts I got him to help me pick up, and then we tried several other activites. I'm still feeling like crap, wanting to eat everything in the house, but typing this is helping me control myself. I'm going to start dinner now, knowing I'll have to dip into my weekly points, but I don't care. The fact that I managed to count every point today and NOT go into an eating frenzy is pretty monumental for me.

My hubby is on his way home from work, so I'll be going up to my room to rest for a little while so that I can come down and spend time with myfamily without blowing another gasket. :) This day may have been hell, but diet wise it wasn't so bad.

1 comment:

Debby said...

Email coming...too much to say on here! lol

Day was hell, but eating OK???? Holy crap that is awesome!!! I could learn from that!

HUGE HUGS!!!!!!!