Happy Crappy Monday!

Springlike weather has finally returned, and with it came either a cold or allergies for Charlie. Poor kid has a nose like a faucet right now and just would not go to sleep yesterday. No afternoon nap, and no sleep until 1:30 this morning. Around 11:00 last night I gave up on the trips down the hall and moved to the chair in his room. Tried to sleep sitting up, but that was rather uncomfortable, so I put him back in the crib and tried to sleep on the floor next to him. I had to keep one hand stuck through the crib slats, since he was only quiet when I had a hand on him. That worked for a few, but he kept popping up to make sure I was there and my arm started to go numb from being up in the air, so I moved him down on the floor with me. That was a bad idea, because there are books and toys within reach, so everything else became more exciting than sleep.

I picked him up and moved us both across the hall to the spare room and tried getting comfy on the bed. I'm lazy and only the fitted sheet made it back on the bed after our last house-guests left AT THANKSGIVING, so it was rather uncomfortable. There's something pleasant about a nice, neat, tucked in blanket, and I wasn't getting any of that. On top of all that, the heating vent was closed since we're never in there so it was pretty chilly, and since Charlie has never really slept in a bed he wanted nothing to do with the pillows and just wanted to lay on me. 22 pounds of wriggly, snotty toddler right on top of your chest does not make for a good night's sleep.

He finally started to sleep consistently around 1:30, so I decided to try putting him back in his crib. Success! And then my alarm went off four hours later. So here I am, wishing for an IV drip of Dunkin. I could sure use a donut right now. Or 10.