"Beach towel, extra pair of underwear, oh no, oh no, oh no, damn it!" That was my inner monologue as I realized that I packed everything for swim class except for...THE SWIMSUIT. Amelia was standing in the dressing room in her underwear when she asked,
"What happened Mama?"
"I forgot your swimsuit, Ame."
"Why Mama, why did you do that?"
And that's when I turned into my mother and replied,
"Because you don't let me sleep at night, because I'm sleep deprived. Because this is what happens when people don't sleep, they forget things."
So, I blamed my four year old who has been waking up in the middle of the night and fighting sleep for hours on end for the better part of a week and half for my forgetfulness. I guess as a result of the lack of sleep, I wasn't feeling like sugar coating the truth for her. I just didn't want to take the blame. You see, before I packed for swim class, I took a 20 minute nap and woke up feeling worse. I went to her room to get the towel and the underwear, but remembered that the bathing suit was hanging from the shower head in her bathroom. On my way to get the suit, my groggy self took a detour, packed what I had in hand and totally forgot about the bathing suit. I'm sure you can relate.
Thanks to a wonderful swim teacher with an open schedule, I was able to run to Target and get the kid a new bathing suit. I know, I could have taught her a lesson and cancel swim class, but I needed that half hour without her to do some work. Plus, I spared myself the whininess and blame game the entire way home.
As for the sleep re-training, we are still consistently taking her back to her bed when she wakes up in the middle of the night. I called our pediatrician who works for the practice owned by Dr. Marc Weissbluth, "the kids sleep guru". Dr. King couldn't have been more sympathetic: "My daughter did the same thing after we came home from a vacation. It took us 2 MONTHS to get her back on track. You just have to keep at it. I know how frustrating it is." I know it sounded disheartening, but it was a lot better than to hear that there was something wrong with our daughter and that we were to blame. Ay Mama!
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