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Read MoreSome thoughts about the 400 middle schoolers that I spent last week with. photo: daralibrarian
Read MoreNearly every day, Cool Mum and I ask each other what the future holds. Will our house ever sell? When or will the boy get a sibling playmate? Where will we be in a year? How about a month?
Some of that uncertainty is exciting. It’s like the world is completely open to us, and if we wanted – we could move to California or Europe or Australia. But realistically, it will be either here or Florida. And the impending worry that time is slipping away from us for certain things is nagging me. Completely unfounded, but it’s there.
How certain is your future? Do you feel like you know where and how your life will be a year from now? Are you happy about it?
Bedtime for the boy has been a struggle since we moved up here. The problem had to have been transition. We lived in 5 different apartments for the first 2.5 months, ranging from 2 nights to 1 month. And CM and CB visited Florida during that span as well.
For the first four months that we were here, CB would go to sleep at random times between 9:30 and 11:00 pm. We felt like awful parents, letting our 1.5-yr-old stay up that late. Fortunately, a friend from church told us that they had a similar issue when they first moved here as well.
All glory to God, he has settled into a schedule. I don’t know how this happened, but for the past 2 weeks, he’s been going to bed between 8:30-9:00.
We don’t have a rock-solid routine. Sometimes it’s CM putting him to bed, sometimes it’s me. Recently, it’s been just me as he calls for Mama when she’s been in the room. Whatever it is, we’ll take it! And as a sweet bonus, he’s always asleep before Lost starts at 9:00 pm.
I guess he’s gotten used to this little place. Maybe we should stop looking to upgrade apartments if it means we can retain this little bit of normalcy.
