Random.

My head is all over the place today. Bear with me. We went to see Avengers: Endgame today. Don’t worry, no spoilers here. But, the best way I can explain it is satisfying.

I didn’t have coffee this afternoon and I am FEELING IT. My sweet momma stayed with baby girl so we could go to the movies. I always feel so guilty when I get her out of her routine, but it inevitably happens very often. She loves playing with her granny, though, and I don’t think she minded at all. She does love her routines, however. Tonight we were putting her to bed, and she kept pointing to the shelf saying, “ball, ball.” Her ball was on her bookshelf, and she did not like it. We’re so organized (not), there are places for everything. The place for her ball is in the living room, in the pack and play. I literally had to take it with me after I laid her down and promise her I was going to put it away. It made me think of another time she was particular like this. I wrote it down then, because I wanted to always remember how difficult my child was. Who am I kidding? This will probably only get worse as she gets older.

I wrote this in February: “We’ve gotten into a bedtime routine with [baby girl]: once it’s time for bed, she goes to her daddy, we walk to the bathroom, and I brush her teeth. Then she turns out the light in the bathroom and we go to her room. She picks out her jammies, then lays down to get a diaper and put on her jammies. Then, where it’s so cold in her room, she has a sleep sack that she puts on. Daddy turns on her sound and gets the book while we settle into the chair. After we read Goodnight Moon, daddy turns off her light and we walk toward the bed. She gives her daddy hugs, and then waves to him and blows a kiss as he leaves. Finally, we do our hugs and kisses, and I lay her down, leave, and shut the door
She’s pretty good about going to bed usually, and most of the time is very ready to go to sleep.
Tonight was bath night, so we did that before her usual routine. As I was going to lay her down, she started to fuss and was reaching toward the hallway. I gave her a kiss, but she was being very fidgety and reaching still. I told her to get some rest and sang her Goodnight Someone, then laid her down. She starting crying and didn’t stop after ten minutes or so. I walked into the bathroom, and it hit me that we had forgotten to brush her teeth… we had ruined her routine, and she had been trying to tell us. After a couple more minutes, we went in to get her. We got her up and took her to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She seemed satisfied like that was exactly what she wanted. We went back and did book, hugs, and kisses again as well. After a couple of minutes of fussing, she finally went to sleep.
Don’t. Mess. With. The. Routine.”

My one year old, guys. She is totally my child – she does not deal well with change. If you don’t know me, you don’t know the dramatic extent to which I detest change, but it’s pretty bad. I’m sure I’ll share with you soon about my aversion to change. I could write a novel.