Toddler fatigue

I’m beginning to realize more fully every day that I am completely unprepared to parent a toddler.  I would probably say that, oh, 99% of people would probably make the same comment, but that doesn’t make me feel any better knowing that I’m in good company.

Surviving the infancy of my daughter was hard.  The lack of sleep, the lack of freedom as you are homebound with a tiny and helpless human.  The never ending cycle of a new baby- eat, poop, sleep, cry, eat, poop, sleep, cry…But, infants do sleep a lot.  And if they aren’t sleeping, they’re usually pretty content if they’re held or being fed.  They don’t move much, they don’t need much entertainment, and they eat the same thing all the time.  So simple!

Surviving toddler-hood may prove impossible.  When my daughter was about 4 months old we could tell she would be an extremely active baby and little girl by the way she would wildly pump her arms and legs on a regular basis.  Our prediction was spot-on.  My now 15 month old never stops moving.  She is always exploring something.  She likes lot of action and entertainment.  She is a smart and sweet little thing.  But she has an uncanny way of driving me truly crazy.

Not only does she still not sleep and lately she still poops 4 frickin’ times a day, but the ever-changing eating habits, the need to be constantly on the move, and the frequent whining/groaning/grunting/screeching  jags due to boredom or teething pain or who knows what has me exhausted and feeling as though I am on the edge of losing it.  I have a complete understanding of the phrase bone tired. And the stubbornness!  Oh, the stubbornness!

I know these years are precious, and in many ways I do love them.  But some days I wonder how on earth I am going to survive another day (or night) like the one I just endured.

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