Today is Tuesday.
Check again. I'm not wrong.
Today is most certainly Tuesday.
I know this because yesterday was most certainly a Monday. There is no way that my day yesterday could have existed on any other day than a Monday.
As many of you know, throughout the last year, Grace has been my kid with eating troubles and Claire has been my kid with sleeping troubles.
This weekend we fought the sleeping troubles.
It was rough. I didn't mind when Claire decided to drop from three naps down to two. That seemed normal. I didn't mind when she decided to drop from two naps down to one. That seemed a little early, but still within normal range.
But yesterday I reached my limit. She was cranky in the morning, but refused to take a morning nap. Then she nearly refused to take an afternoon nap, and it took both Scott and I and all of the tricks we know to convince her.
And even then, the nap was only for 45 minutes.
All I could think yesterday was if we put our two babies together, we would have a fantastic eater AND a fantastic sleeper. And I started fantasizing about what life would be like if we had one child who both ate without screaming and slept without screaming.
But then my fantasy took a turn for the worse when I realized the result could also be a baby who screamed while eating AND sleeping. I shuddered at the thought.
Scott and my mom figuratively slapped some sense into me, and I stopped fantasizing all together. Instead, I just thanked my lucky stars that I have such healthy, smart, lovable little girls.
Even if they do make my Sunday feel like a Monday.