Going? What kind of word is that?

Going.

Going. Boing.

My mind is Going.

And that about sums it up.

Benjamin is starting to get better during the night. He is waking up at 5 or 6 pretty regularly, and then wanting to nurse. Sometimes I tell him no, there’s no sun yet. Sometimes I pretend that yes, oh, there’s the sun, right there, you’re right.

Naptimes are getting very difficult with him. He hasn’t had a morning nap since dinosaurs roamed the earth, I’m pretty sure. And I KNOW he needs an afternoon nap. But he keeps himself from falling completely asleep and wakes as soon as I put him down. He wants to sleep for three hours in the afternoon, but only if I hold and nurse him.

I fear this is backlash from the night weaning.

Pick mommy, you can have your sleep at night, or your productive time during the day. But not both.

Yesterday, I put aside the work that needed to be done and catered to him. Today, I simply couldn’t. I had calls to make before the business day was done. Otherwise, we would have been sitting in a hot, dark duplex without internet next week, and I wouldn’t even be able to blog to tell you about it.

(In case you’re not up-to-speed with The Natural Mommy News, I was setting up utilities for our duplex we’re moving into on Saturday…)

And those calls took FOREVER. They didn’t know my children were on nap-strike and screaming in their bedrooms. They continued to transfer me, literally, all around the world.

One lady typed, I promise, one over-long acrylic fingernail at a time to enter my name, address, phone number (which she asked for TWICE.)

And don’t get me started on the Indian gentlemen who transfered me to a recording that told me to hang up and call back when the lines were less busy.

Those calls took from 3:15 to 5:00. And although Olivia eventually fell asleep, Benjamin would not. He stood in there, screaming the entire time.

I ask you, people, what do you do?! with a boy like that.

Around 5:30, when supper needed to be at least thought about, I remembered I had a moby wrap and faintly recalled that it could carry a baby backpack-style. I thought, hey! I could bend over, unload dishes, cook dinner, cut up vegetables, take clothes off the line… no little hands getting in the way, burnt, or cut…

So I looked it up, and was even successfully able to imitate it on the third or forth try.

I guess I could always just do that when he refuses to sleep at naptimes.

But I’d rather he learn to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

And to top it all off, maintenance replaced our bathroom faucet the other day.  AND NOW BOTH KNOBS TURN THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE WAY.  So I can’t even turn on water without going a little bit crazy.

And that’s what’s on my mind.

My mind which is going.

Going.

Boing.