I'm a worried mama. I worry about everything, even about whether I worry too much. It's a problem. And since we're two weeks in and preschool is still sucking the life out of Max you can imagine how my insides feel.
Yesterday at pick-up his teacher, Miss Becky, couldn't say enough about how smoothly his transition has gone. Phew! That's a load off my shoulders, let me tell you.
The only problem, for the last two afternoons he's fallen asleep during the car ride home. That's all of three minutes. And I don't mean he dozes off. This is log-worthy sleep. No manner of noise, jostling, light or disrobing breaks the trance. So what's the problem, you say? Well, this late afternoon snooze eliminates all hope of a successful bedtime. Last night, we finally won the battle around 9:30. The night before? 11:00. What?! That's right folks, my three-year-old wouldn't fall asleep until 11:00 pm, which made my 4:30 am wake-up so much fun.
But here's the kicker, he's just so darn cute when he sleeps...
Yesterday at pick-up his teacher, Miss Becky, couldn't say enough about how smoothly his transition has gone. Phew! That's a load off my shoulders, let me tell you.
The only problem, for the last two afternoons he's fallen asleep during the car ride home. That's all of three minutes. And I don't mean he dozes off. This is log-worthy sleep. No manner of noise, jostling, light or disrobing breaks the trance. So what's the problem, you say? Well, this late afternoon snooze eliminates all hope of a successful bedtime. Last night, we finally won the battle around 9:30. The night before? 11:00. What?! That's right folks, my three-year-old wouldn't fall asleep until 11:00 pm, which made my 4:30 am wake-up so much fun.
But here's the kicker, he's just so darn cute when he sleeps...
He's adorable, melts your heart.
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