Survival mode

My GOD I am tired. I didn't appreciate the exhaustion of having Gillian and a new baby. Well, having them BOTH at the same time. It's kind of like when Andrea was here and Gillian was running around like a maniac and then planted herself on the couch, feet up the back and head hanging off the seat toward the ground. I just stared at her, nodding when she said "look at me, Mama! I'm upside down!!". Andrea, noticing my glaze, said "look at me Mama, I'm about to fall on my head". The truth is that my life is a lot like this (watch the whole thing-it's priceless):

Gillian has limitless energy. She is a ball of energy. All the time. When she wakes you up at 6 am, she's all shiny, bright, and happy asking you to do something inherently absurd...Tuesday morning, when I had to get up and go to work in an HOUR (I lost that precious hour), she comes in and says something like "come dance with me Mama, you want to? I want to wear my princess to dance in because it twirls around like I like, but I don't want to wear any pants with it, OK Mama? Cause it's not too cold in here, OK? C'mon let's go dance Mama. I dreamed about purple tights last night. Can I wear purple tights with my princess dress? Can I Mama? CAN I? I need help putting on my underpants and my tights and dress...C'mon Mama, WAKE UP!" So, the day starts like that, and it goes all day like that. And, as much as she wears me out TO DEATH, it wouldn't be so bad if she didn't get jealous in the least delightful way.

If I don't give Gillian undivided attention, she does things like deliberately trying to kick the cat or chases them around yelling...or maybe she will scream near Addie while she is trying to sleep. On the way to Michigan to pick apples, she yelled in Addie's face until Addie was crying inconsolably, and she had a timeout on the side of the interstate, semis rolling by at 70 miles per hour. Sometimes she hugs Addie too tight on purpose, is too rough in her playing with her (she looks at us to see what we'll do when she knows she is being too rough), or tries to pick the cat up by her neck. The other day, I walked away from her and Addie on the bed for 5 seconds, only to hear Sean exclaim "what are you doing, WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!?"; Gillian had a plastic bag over Addie's face. I want to feel sorry for her plight, I really do, but I am a broken record. "Gillian, no yelling at the cat"; "Gillian, gentle with Addie"; "Gillian, Addie is trying to sleep, use your inside voice"; "Gillian, when you yell, it hurts our ears"; "Gillian, please do what I asked you to do"; "Gillian, please eat your dinner". I am completely, utterly wiped out. I am emotionally exhausted.

Dinner is a fight. If we pretend not to notice that she isn't eating, she says things like "Look, Papa, I'm not eating my supper". If we remind her that she doesn't get dessert unless she eats dinner she says things like "I don't want dessert tonight." She'll say "I need help. I need you to feed me". I would love to tow the hard line with sending her to bed with no dinner, except we are the ones who suffer all night with no sleep when she wakes up crying because she is hungry. Bedtime is a fight too. Every night we have the same routine (dinner, bath, playtime, books, tucking in). Every night she tells us she's not tired and that she doesn't want to go to bed. Every night we have to tell her we are leaving now, and every night she pretend cries and says some well articulated poignant thing like "but I don't want you to leave me" or "I don't want to be in here all alone...I'm scared PLEASE STAY WITH ME BECAUSE I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU....". Every night the end result is the same and she is in bed, and we sit here like slugs on the couch, cross eyed from all the hell a three year old can pack into the two hours between dinner and bedtime. Entertaining her is a chore too. Our imaginative play has evolved to skits where she is the director. She tells me what to say. "Ask me why, Mama". "Say "I like to eat toes". SAY IT, Mama". If we ask her to do something, she will often say "NO!" and when you ask why, she'll say, "because I don't want to". If you ask why she did something she knows you disapprove of, she'll say "because I want to" (this is infuriating when she hurts Addie and you ask her why she hurt Addie). Tonight she said "I hate you" (I have absolutely no idea where she learned that). Nice. She's 3 going on 15. Can't wait for 15.

We are sometimes uncomfortable with how weirdly attached she gets to older women she doesn't know. At Christmas, she was rolling around on the carpet at Suzi's sister's feet saying "Whoa Leecey (Alyce's grandmother nickname), look at me!" She did that for 15 or 20 minutes, desperate for Alyce's attention. There were no less than 15 other kids between the ages of 1 and 6 for her to play with, and she spent her time trying to get attention from a great aunt. The same thing happened in August when we went to Lake Wawassee in Indiana to visit with Suzi's sister Chee Chee's kids and grandchildren. Gillian was on Chee Chee's lap the entire time, even though there were several sweet little girls to play with. More recently, she monopolized Teddy's grandmother at his birthday party, yelling "Hi!" to her over and over again across the dinner table. Lucky for Gillian, Suzi (ironic that Teddy's grandmother is also Suzi) was a good sport, and was great with her and assured us she was not bothered by Gillian the few times we asked if we needed to take her home.

Sleep is a joke. I am desperate for some alone time when they are both finally asleep that I stay up too late...and since I've been at work twice a week this week and last, Addie has been waking up to nurse 2-3 times every night (we were down to once, at about 4am before that). Most nights for the past month or so, Gillian has also been waking up once or twice a night...because she peed in her bed, or she has a bad dream, or because she dropped burpy on the floor and wants someone else to get it, or because she wants you to cover her up, or because she's lonely, or because she wants a hot washcloth for her face (thanks for that indulgence, Papa). So, do the math. Addie wakes me up a couple times a night, and Gillian does too. I am a zombie.

I hate feeling like this because Gillian is such a wonderful child in so many ways, but this boundary establishment part might kill me. How long does this part last? I spend half my time feeling guilty that Gillian's behavior is clearly due, in large part (the other large part being that she is three), to acclimating to sharing our love and attention with another child, and the other half feeling guilty that Addie hasn't gotten 1/10th the amount of attention Gillian got as a baby. Addie is a sweet baby, and is generally mild mannered, and she deserves better than what I am giving her. And I don't want to give the impression that Gillian is a hellion, but I am honestly in survival mode. We talk all the time about whether our parenting choices are what is causing this behavior. We second guess our decisions on how we discipline her (timeouts, for example), we second guess what we say and how we say things. We feel like we're navigating in the dark here, and we hope to God things are OK on the other side. I say this as I make my second trip to a crying Gillian in her bed since 8:30 (it is 11:30). Another bust night for sleep, it appears.

Sometimes parenting seems monumentally difficult. Shouldn't loving them be enough?