My husband Ty and I aren’t the most graceful people in the world. We’re constantly tripping, dropping things, and racking up injuries we don’t have a good explanation for. Last week, Ty ran into the liftgate of the truck at full speed and ended up with an oozing head wound that required a tetanus shot.
Lately, our klutziness results in unintentionally waking our sleeping baby at every turn.
Example: The other night we’d just got Bailey down to sleep in the crib in our room after a hefty bedtime struggle. (She’s not super into sleep, this one.)
Ty set his phone on top of the iPad and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I laid in bed, basking in some uninterrupted Pinterest time. When Ty came back in the bedroom, he picked up the iPad and forgot about the phone on top of it – which went crashing to the floor.
He came up to my side of the bed, bent down, and made a stern face. “Shhh,” he warned.
And that’s what woke the baby.
But this is a thing we do. The person who’s been loud shushes the person who was being perfectly quiet. It’s hilarious.
Or maybe it’s just hilarious if you’re sleep-deprived and your limbs never seem 100% connected to the rest of your body.
Something You Don’t Want Your Kids to Inherit
Sometimes Abby is a normal 5-year-old kid and happens to yell or jump or sing when her baby sister is sleeping.
If Bailey wakes up, Abby folds her body in half and ducks her head down until she’s a little ball, then mutters under her breath “I’m the worst kid in the world.” It takes a little while to pull her out of that hole.
In other words, Abby doesn’t take mistakes well. (Lucky girl inherited some perfectionist tendencies, huh?)
So we’re working on it.
We explained that the only way to learn is to make mistakes first. We taught her the phrase “don’t sweat the small stuff.” We’re thinking of getting her a sign for Christmas as a reminder. Or maybe a tattoo.
A Thanksgiving Nap
This Sunday, Bailey was napping while we made a Thanksgiving dinner. We won’t have Abby on Thanksgiving, so we had an early celebration with butternut squash soup, cranberry apple stuffing, sweet potatoes, asiago cheese bread, and chocolate chip cookies. Which is kind of a lot to juggle when you don’t get started until 4:00 on a Sunday afternoon.
Bailey’s perfectly timed nap meant both Ty and I could be productive in the kitchen.
Abby was playing a word game trying to think of all the one-syllable words that rhyme with “play.” She got to 20 words and let out a “woohoo!”
Bailey woke up.
As I passed Abby to get Bailey, I saw Abby’s body start to crumble in on itself.
“Mommy,” she said. “I feel bad I woke up Bailey.”
“Oh, honey,” I said.
Abby said nothing in return. After I got Bailey, I knew I’d have to circle back to pull Abby out of the mistake downward spiral.
I rounded the corner to the bedroom, then I heard Abby’s footsteps following me.
After scooping Bailey up, I turned to see Abby walking up to us.
Here we go. “What, babe?”
Abby furrowed her brow. Put a finger to her lips. “Shhh!”
I laughed and laughed.
She was pretty darn pleased with herself.
A Final Wish for You
When you realize you forgot to buy apples for the apple pie, or the turkey turns out dry, or those pretty table linens from Pottery Barn that you splurged on because DAMMIT YOU DESERVE NICE THINGS FOR ONCE last exactly 3.26 seconds until Uncle Ed spills cranberry sauce all over them…
Don’t forget to laugh.
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What’s the penalty in your house for waking a sleeping baby? Share in a comment below!