Single-mommin' it

Dada left early yesterday morning to traipse around Shenandoah National Park in Virginia this week and likely won't be back until Thursday, so it's just me and the boy and our head/chest cold here at La Casa O'Neal. Yesterday we had an easy day to start off the week, with storytime at the library in the morning, a 2-1/2 hour playdate with Ella after lunch, and a 2-1/2 hour nap. Nope, nothing too tough until bedtime, when it took me nearly 2 hours to get the boy to go to sleep. And that was with starting the "sleep" process with him climbing in his bed at 10:00. I mean, I know he's coughing up a lung every two seconds, but come ON. I had all these grandiose plans about blogging a ton last night until that happened; by the time he did go down I was barely conscious enough to make it through my TiVoed episode of 24 before it was time for me to hit the sack.

But I was very proud of myself at how little TV we watched yesterday -- less than an hour in the morning, an episode of Little Einsteins when he woke up from his nap, and then a Wiggles + Einsteins combo flanking his bathtime. This is all thanks to Dada, who let me sleep in two extra glorious hours on Sunday, giving me enough energy to carry over into the week. Well, for a day at least. We colored on paper, on our markerboard books, played with sticker books, did puzzles, read, listened to a lot of music, played with trains, and played a little on the computer. I think today we are long overdue for some hot PlayDoh action. Hopefully sleep will come more swiftly this evening -- he slept so poorly last night that it already looks like he's playing catch-up today, going down for an uncharacteristically early (10:30) nap.

I've mentioned that, the second time around, I deserve a boy who sleeps, yes?