TIRED, CHEATING AND THE MEAT LADY

Last night, S woke up about 3 or 6 times. I’m not sure exactly, because I’m so tired. I may have fallen asleep in his rocking chair for 2 hours or I may have been there for 10 minutes. Not sure. Can’t really remember. What I do remember is that this has been going on every night for 2 months.

If I had a husband, would I make him get up too? Hell yes!

The truth is, I don’t really mind going in and snuggling with S, in the night. OK< I love it… it’s just we are both too tired now. Maybe I wouldn’t make my husband get up afterall.  I do like doing everything.

In my reading about sleep problems, I see this is called an 18 month regression; emotional growth, milestone growth and separation anxiety. Also S is teething. I keep trying to implement sleep training but when you are in the middle of sleep training you get even less sleep. I’m doing Sleepy Planet, which everyone I know loved. For me, it was 5 night of 4 hours of sleep for me and 7 or 8 hours for S – which is not enough. He got a cold. Now, I have to try it again I guess…. (ANYONE HAVE A GOOD SLEEP TRAINING METHOD TO TRY?)

Maybe it was my tired state that made me cheat today.

Yeah, I cheated on TJ. I’ve been obsessed with trying this recipe for spaghetti carbonara because it looks so good and hearty and comforting and I’m so tired. So, I went to Bristol Farms, which as an adult with no child I have always loved… but now, with Spenser… NO!

First of all, I feel like most shoppers there don’t have kids and they gave my fussy, ready for nap early today child dirty looks. Then, they didn’t have Stoneyfield Squeezers, which is the only dairy I can get S to eat, this week.

Then, 2 workers there who love S came over and rubbed their hands all over him and kissed him and touched his hands and feet (he throws off his shoes regularly) and it was TOO MUCH!! And yes, one of these workers was the meat lady!  I’m glad they like him, but this is not how store workers with dirty hands should behave! My TJ’s crew members are so friendly and also warm and yet also, so appropriate!

Then, we got to the check out and S loves to play with the credit card machine and stylus (the pen) and always does at every market everywhere, so when the computer froze after I ran my credit card, the checker (who was also the manager) BLAMED SPENSER for making the computer freeze! I was completely insulted (though I remained friendly and patient when he said, “I’m sure the computer froze because it thought it was being tampered with. (passive attack on my parenting?) This will take a few minutes.”) Then he made a big show of closing down the line, helping other people, recharging the computer and then it worked fine. Whatever!

Then it was $30 for milk, bread, parmesan cheese, pancetta and a piece of string cheese that S refused to eat.)

Then, when we got in the car, S pointed to his hands… because he wanted Trader Joe’s Kids stickers.

“This market doesn’t have stickers, Love,” I told him.  “BUT….” I found a bout 5 stickers that we hadn’t used from our last trip to TJ’s. I put some on his hands.
S is napping. I should be too, but I’m starving. See, if we had gone to TJ’s I could have had samples. And, I could have had a mini cup of coffee, because that’s all I really need, just a mini cup. Cause I have a headache.

Oh, my TJ’s steak and seasoned bean burritos are ready. Excuse me.

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