Of all the things that I miss about being a non-mom, it would have to be the ability to sit down and watch a TV show. I know that sounds incredibly lame and selfish, but come on!
Last night was the BEST night for me as a mom. For almost three hours, Ava was the PERFECT angel during our dinner with Anj at Scotty's Brewhouse (it really was amazing)!` I should've known that couldn't last. Afterwards, Ava had a meltdown of catastrophic proportions. I gave her a bath, put on her jams, read her a story, rocked her to...kicking, screaming, poking me in the eye, laughing non-sleep. I had to give her a bottle, not once, but three times. I rocked and rocked and rocked her. I sang lullabies and rocked some more. 20 minutes pass. 40 minutes pass. Finally, I thought screw it, she's not going to sleep, we'll just both watch TV together. (Just so that the facts are straight here, we don't have cable or DVR anymore and I only have ONE show every week that I care about, so Mondays are a big deal!) So we did, kind of. She was entranced by the Bachelorette drama on the screen for about 5 minutes. At which point she crawled over to me, climbed up to the couch and did a little dance while chanting, "Mama, mama, mama, mama", like a little obsessed tribal creature. I picked her up and there we were, on the couch, her wiggling around and flopping herself to and fro like a wet noodle.
OOOOKKK! I got up and tried the ol' rock to sleep routine. No such luck. So I did what any bad mom would do if she were missing her shows...I put her in her crib and shut the door so that I couldn't hear her crying. Big mistake. My heart could only stand about 7 minutes of her raging, screeching sobs. I went back in and tried to calm the beast. She was out of control mad at me. I tried to lie her down on my chest and we rocked for what seemed like an eternity, her eyes fluttered then closed, her breathing slowed and she went limp in my arms. Finally, she was asleep...and my two hour long TV show was over:(
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