No, I’m not pregnant (though I am experiencing several annoying pregnancy symptoms.)
I’m just sick of the morning. 5:23 am, to be exact.
Sometimes it is 4ish. Once it was 3.
Trucker is a big fan of the sunrise. He hasn’t missed one in what feels like a year. And he’s just creeping up on 15 months old.
Sooooo. Wait. Have I neglected to blog about my new downstairs neighbors, Startle and Smokey? OMG. I have not. Well, our much beloved and quite deaf previous downstairs neighbor unfortunately passed away many months ago. We loved her. LOVED her. May she rest in peace. I contacted several friends with small kids and had them calling the management company asking about the apartment. Who did they rent it to? Who? Smokey and Startle: a 30-something childless couple who somehow manage to smoke heavily enough that our entire apartment smells — especially our bedroom, not to mention the entire hallway of the fifth floor. A couple who decided to not use the master bedroom with an attached bath as their bedroom, but have rather chosen the room under the bedroom of my two loud sons. And they like to sleep in on the weekends. This couple is in constant fear for their health, despite the offensive smoking habit. Their health, it seems hinges on not being startled. By noise. Like, oh, the sound of a hulking one-year-old throwing his sippy cup to the floor. Or moving furniture. Or pulling the shopping cart down upon himself. We are loud. I would not like to live downstairs from myself, it is true. But I’m ready to take up tap dancing, I’m so over these people. We’ve been breaking our backs trying to keep the noise down to a dull roar. If Startle comes up here again (she has come up three times,) I’ve decided to tell her that her coming up does not make it quieter, it only makes me feel bad. And to tell her that if she comes up again for noise, I won’t try to keep them quiet any more. Then maybe she’ll appreciate the fact that my kids pretty much never play in their own room any more, and most of my energy is spent trying to get Trucker to at least throw things onto the carpet, not the slim strip of bare floor (coop rule of 80% floor coverage, check) where he prefers to throw things.
[breathe, ohm, breathe]
So, anyway, out of sheer good-neighborliness and coop rules, I can’t even put Trucker down on the floor until 6. He’s loud. And if he gets near something to throw or climb or topple, he will do it. He’s a Truck. So if he gets up at five, it is a lot of heavy lifting. Or, I’ve found that the only way to not carry him that early is to lay on the couch, lay him on my belly, and turn on NY1. I’m not proud. But if I don’t he’ll sliver off of me and start eating the plants or climbing onto the dining room table or some such Trucker stunt.
My point, and I do have one, is HEEEELLLP! Do any of you wise women have any advice for getting the Truck to sleep longer? We’ve pushed his bed time back about 30 minutes. What else? Anything? Anything?
Thanks in advance,