My daughter is a horrible sleeper. Horrible. Tonight, when I was trying to get her to go to bed, the only thing I could do to settle her was sit in the dark and pat her on the back as she lay in her tiny bed. To ease my impatient-to-do-anything-else mind, I decided I’d count to 300. One, two, three, pat, pat, pat. All the way up to 300. She was still and peaceful. I sighed with relief and took my hand off her little back. Her eyes jerked open. Nope. Three hundred more pats. Still no sleeping toddler. Finally, around pat 725, she was out for the night.
Sometimes, parenthood is intuitive, easy, fun. Sometimes it’s an uphill climb up Mount Everest.
Bedtime for me takes some serious Olympian-level endurance and patience. I am sleepy. There was probably lots of laughter and silliness earlier in the evening, but that’s all over by the time the kids (yes, two of them. And they’re two and four) are in their beds. I need sheer focus and determination to see my task through. But I’m no good with determination. I want them to just go to bed, quickly, with no drama. Instead everyone is thirsty, and has a boo-boo and needs to poop. No! Go to bed!
I get frustrated and overwhelmed and then I want to quit. I get angry. It’s very difficult for me to focus on something that is hard for me. I’d rather procrastinate, thinking of a million other things I should be doing instead of the situation at hand. But I don’t want to be like that. I want focus. I want to be the kind of person that finishes what she starts, no matter what the obsticle.
But my kids don’t let me dither. They keep my crazy head on one straight and deliberate path. I’m so thankful to them for that.
We don’t do the brightly colored Dora the Explorer or Mickey Mouse or Sesame Street thing when it comes to diapers around here. Not because I’m above commercialization or bright colors or whatever, but because I love, love, love my Target diapers.
They are, in my experience, the perfect mix of affordability and reliable functionality. The thing with less expensive diapers, is that they can be pretty crappy. They can leak or be made with shady materials that can lead to diaper rash. When we lived in the U.S. Virgin Islands, diapers were expensive. Like, $30 expensive. So, we always tried to buy the cheapest, random brands, to less than stellar results.
When we moved back to Maryland, I was so happy to live in close proximity to a Target again. They always seem to be the best bargain on the giant Target wall of diapers, and more importantly, they work. We’ve never had issues with random, mysterious leaks or blowouts with these babies.
***It should probably be obvious, but in case it’s not – no one is paying me to endorse this product.