Click Your Heels

I am not even sure how to begin this post. I could make it all about me and the issues I have with keeping to a schedule OR I can make it all about how finally after 15+ weeks of our renovation the wheels are falling off the bus OR I can make it about Sloane and how her little world is upside down.

A bit of background knowledge. Our internal renovation has been over since before Christmas. Our external continues on. All was good in our hood until "the floor people" used the incorrect floor cleaner to remove glue off the very gorgeous reclaimed barn wood floors my hubby chose. The floors were ruined and needed to be sanded down and redone. Exactly what we didn't want to do and why we chose these rustic floors. Yes after we settled into our new space, we moved everything out again. We have known this since Christmas, but decided to not start the process until last week. We started the process on January 7th. The process is still going on.........OMG

We are in the poly stage and because of the smell, we had to leave the house. After all these weeks, now we had to leave the house!! WTF!!! We decided to move into ti-tis because she had 2 extra bedrooms so there was enough room for us all to reside comfortably. I did not have any negative foreshadowing in regards to this, since Sloane frequently spends days and naps at
ti-ti's house. In fact, she freaking loves it there! So my thoughts were all of fun and games in a good way.  She sleeps at mammie and poppie's all summer without any issues and last month we battled through 2 nights at nonni's with some trouble, but not enough for me to put the kibosh on over nights. I did not imagine that our new temporary home would be an issue for Sloane.

We arrived at ti-tis for the day yesterday and all went well right up until 8:10pm when Sloane told me she wanted to do nite nite. My aunt looked at me in amazement with a comment of "she is so easy." Off we went to bed. Sloane snuggled in nicely and I relaxed some. What I didnt expect was that Sloane would still be awake 2 and half hours later!! Yes, folks for the first time ever my child was up until 11pm. As each minute went by, I got more and more frustrated and somewhat exhausted because I had tried everything to get her to settle down. Sloane was wide awake, tossing around, making music with her lips, hiding under the covers and simply being 2. This was all new behavior to me!

I was a bit constrained on my creativity because uncle was already doing nite nite after working an all night-er. I didn't want Sloane to wake him so my old school "GO TO SLEEP" tactics weren't an option as they are usually followed by Sloane crying. As well as normally, if she was in a crib I would have shut the door and went on my merry way. Considering that the bed has rails on only one side, I hunkered down like a prisoner in a dark cell. Horrible isolation!! After the 9:30 mark, I started texting my hubby with updates from under the sheets so missy muffin wouldn't see. Not exactly fair of me because he was having a quiet night to himself, but nevertheless I wanted to share my trials and get some ideas on other ideas. Then I started texting ti-ti so she would feel my pain. I didnt want her to think I hit the hay for a long winter's sleep. Lastly, I texted my go-to mommy as she would have some words of advice or at the very least make me laugh....which she did!

When we rounded the corner to 10pm, I got up exited the room and listened to the cries. I was at wit's end with no answer in sight. Ti-ti came to Sloane's rescue, only for Sloane to cry that she wanted Momma Tarra. What Sloane didnt know is Momma Tarra wanted to cry too!! Back upstairs I went and snuggled in to no avail. At 10:45, I gave up. Threw in the white flag and left ti-ti to clean up the battlefield. Sure enough, Sloane collapsed into dream land at 10:56pm. I was drained. Ti-ti was clearly in shock because of these new antics as well as my utter disgust at the entire scene. Mentally, I was beyond the long gone bedtime and on to the disaster of a day that was going to be welcoming me in the morning.

I climbed into bed, kissed my angel and the rest was history. Until 5:30am when Sloane started whining and whimpering. I had no idea why. After a few attempts to comfort her, I felt her diaper (we havent conquered a diaper free night yet) and she did have some junk in her trunk. What I found when I changed her should have shocked me but it didnt......

More background knowledge. Sloane hadnt pooped in 2 days so I was a bit obsessed with poop yesterday.  I was very concerned that Sloane was constipated and that that would put a glitch in our potty training progress. We tried the potty all day and had no results. Sloane tooted her way through the day with little comments of "I stink" and "PPPUUUU". LOL My hubby tried to get me to relax about the absent daily poop but it was eating away at me. I spent the day offering Sloane every fiber filled food I could think of. Hoping something would get the party/potty LOL moving. Ironically, I had spoken to my friend earlier in the day when in the midst of our convo she told me about her 3 year old niece and how she is holding in her poop. I am well versed in poop issues because I have friends who have children with poop issues and friends who have issues themselves. She did tell me something that I hadnt heard before. Because her niece was holding in her poop all day, she would poop in her sleep because her body was relaxed. The information settled in the land of "that could happen" in my brain.

So I take Sloane's diaper down and what do my wandering  (not exactly....they were half shut) eyes see...a poop. Not just a poop. An overcooked poop that hadnt made its whole way out into the world. Sloane was trying to poop in her sleep!!! What is going on???!!!??? The thoughts of "that could happen" had quickly turned into this is seriously happening. Could this night get anymore odd?? Obviously, Sloane has relaxed enough and her poop made it debut. Not enough to make this mom happy, but enough for me to know she wasn't going to explode. After the diaper was changed, Sloane said "momma please I sleep." And this momma said "yes, please sleep."

We opened our eyes at 7am to begin day 2 of our 4 day floor debacle. I geared up for what a day with a toddler who is 3 hours low on sleep looks like. My aunt and my oldest friend tried to reason with me on my sleep nazi and schedule freak behavior over an early am cup of tea. I listened and I tried to reason back which was hard to do because it didnt sound too rational when I said it out loud. I like the structure, I need it and I want it. I know I am a mom who needs structured to a fault and I know that all this structure may not be the best thing on all fronts for my free spirited child.

So as I sit here blogging this post, Sloane sleeps at our house LOL (there is no smell in our bedrooms....yahoo). I couldnt wait to get home and regroup a bit before we take another spin at living on the edge.