I'll sleep when I'm dead....

It's funny because the older my baby gets, the less she sleeps..... I try all the techniques too. I let her cry, I soothe her without picking her up, I feed her more during the day, I slink around the house barely breathing for fear she will hear or smell me....NOTHING works!!!! So now I'm letting go of any traditional idea "sleep" and actually feel thankful for three or more consecutive hours. I have even developed a sleeping "problem" where I can't fall asleep because I have anxiety that she will wake me up! Worse yet, I don't even notice the dark circles under my eyes, until my husband is nice enough to point them out. I can only imagine how my kids and husband must see me with my dark circles, bad clothes, messy hair...on the other hand why torture myself? I'm embracing my new sleepless self and declaring freedom from sleep dependence, or whatever makes me feel better.
Which brings me to another frustration.. why can't I potty train a three year old? She cannot be bought, bribed or begged to even acknowledge the toilets existence and will happily sit in her own filth. There really is no excuse, she is extremely ready to be potty trained.... she changes her own pull-up!!! I blame it on my husband, she is stubborn like him. If I ask him to do something, he is compelled to do the complete opposite.
Who said, "When life give you lemons make lemonade."? Because I wouldn't want to drink the lemonade I'm making on no sleep and with all this poop to clean up!

About me...

Life changes when you have children. What begins as a simple existence, with worries only for oneself, eventually evolve into a whirlwind of diapers, cries, giggles and a struggle to make sure everyone comes out on the other end, not only alive, but happy and well adjusted. Our children are really our biggest contribution to humanity, which can be concerning, but really all you can do is your best and hope the outcome is good. Like many moms I am trying to make sense of it all and enjoy it for all that it is worth including the good, the bad and sometimes even the ugly. Fortunately for me, I find humor in the bad and the ugly , because if I don't laugh I just might cry. It has also helped to look at motherhood with "the glass is half full" mentality, so I am always anticipating our next adventure together rather than mourn the inevitable, which is they grow and leave me after all I have done for them.... ingrates! My hope is that mothers find comfort and maybe even a hint of humor in my daily grind ... now that I have "Kids on Board".