Well it didn’t. It was actually pretty great. In fact, I was about to throw out a celebratory tweet or facebook update about how great of a mom I was tonight and how I rocked the socks of the home alone with Eddie while Cort had class deal. Good thing I didn’t. I would have been eating my words.
Cort left and we played for about 30 minutes and rocked out to some Little Einsteins.
I made dinner. We had mac n cheese and fruit salad. Eddie scarfed down his pineapple and guava, but left the red papaya sit on his plate. no biggie…he had a second helping of my awesome homemade Kraft mac n cheese.
Then we played some more until bath time…which is always a good time.
He helped me wash his hair (a new thing) by scrubbing with me and then pouring water over his head–rinsing all the pineapple juice and banana puree that he had managed to massage in at dinner.
After a quick dry off–he ran amok in the nude for a bit while playing a tambourine.
He even LET me put his diaper and jammies on him.
And in an unusual change of events, he even wanted to read books and snuggle through all of Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy (yes, we watch this before bed…it’s family friendly programing…and it’s educational. Plus Eddie loves the music and clapping with the studio audience).
So the final credits rolled on Jeopardy, and I said, as usual, “Say goodnight to Louis.”
and he waved to the cat (as usual).
We rocked and sang and cuddled.
I put him in bed.
Then? It’s like someone threw citric acid on the whole night.
We have had many, many, MANY great nights of me putting him to bed.
Tonight? Was not one of them.
He cried. Hard.
I rocked him. Put him back to bed.
He cried. HARDER.
I went in his room. No pipey. just tears and the shakey thing that happens when they can’t catch their breath from crying.
So I went and found the back-up pipey since his was no where to be found.
He was sort of warm, so I gave him some tylenol, rocked him, and put him back down.
Then there were cries like someone was eating his face. They were awful.
I went in. He stopped crying. Just pointed.
No pipey. I couldn’t find it anywhere. He was all awake and chatty and so, in frustration, I set him out of the bed so I could look.
Neither pipey was ANYWHERE.
Dude. And he just laughed and ran out of the room.
He was doing this crap on purpose.
He was being a JERK!
My kid was exhibiting jerk-like behavior!
I lost my…well…shit. I lost my shit.
I didn’t want to yell at him, so I cried. And cursed under my breath.
I sat that way for a few minutes while he went around chirping and playing with toys.
Then I marched into his room and tore that nursery from end to end until I found one of the pipeys.
I gave it to him, marched him back to his room, rocked him, and put him down.
It took TWO HOURS, loads of tears, and a number of swear words, but my kid is sleeping.