It typically doesn’t happen very often, but this past week it’s happened much more frequently as Angelo has been dealing with some allergies and it’s been really hot (for the Northwest, which has spent most of the summer in 50-70 degree weather). Angelo’s been holding me “Mommy Hostage” when it comes time to go to bed. Sometimes I can get him to settle down by sitting or lying down by his crib for a few minutes until he goes to sleep, but since this “heatwave” it’s been like an hour or more. He does this pathetic whimper that inevitably drives me back into his room to calm him down, and then… I get stuck.
He calms down and closes his eyes but doesn’t actually go to sleep. So the second he hears me make a break for the door, he’s crying “Mommy, mommy”. Sometimes I wonder if it’s a game for him to see how long he can actually get me to stay in there. I also feel rather foolish crawling quietly for the door to escape so I can get all the things done around the house that I can’t get done while he’s awake. At least I have lots of time to think about all the things I need to do and make lists in my head.
Tonight was no exception to his recent influx in holding me hostage. After 20 minutes and figuring out my plan of chores to do for the night I looked over to the door to plan my escape, and realized I had SHUT THE DOOR when I came into the room. This spells escape plan death. Many times I can get out without him noticing if the door is already open, but if it’s closed he almost always notices. I waited another 5 minutes and heard some even breathing and made a break for it (meaning quiet creeping to the door) and success! I made it out the door, and promptly forgot pretty much everything I had decided I need to do tonight. Guess I’ll see what great stuff is floating around Pinterest and maybe I’ll remember what I was supposed to be getting done tonight. That’s a good plan right?!