Today was one of those days. You know where you ask yourself… “Why am I doing this? There has to be something better for me than this.”
This week has been a challenging one. They boys, now 3, are going through a transition. They have been in cribs with crib tents for their safety, until the crib tents all begin to rip and tear, leaving us with no option but to go SuperNanny on the boys. (I am referring to her technique of returning the child to the bed as long as it takes.)
So the triplets are all in one room. Without the tents they can see each other, they can throw items and of course hike a leg and crawl over the bars.
Monday: Over the weekend, T’s tent ripped. Since H’s has been gone for months, H & T are both in their cribs with no tents. Though I did find T up on N’s crib, 2 cribs over from his, I returned him with a lecture. After a while, all boys napped for me.
Tuesday: I came into find that N has ripped a whole in his crib tent. He can squeeze through the whole, climb out on the edge and get down. Which he repeated over and over to the amusement and joy of H & T. By 2:30, I gave up on all 3 boys. Couldn’t keep them in their beds. I was so spent.
Wednesday: They were with Nana. She made them stay in bed and they finally napped after 2 hours of staying on them to be in their cribs. They got a whopin 45 minutes of nap.
Thursday: All tents down. All boys climbing in and out. H & T only tried a few times, but N kept testing for almost 3 hours. T managed a 30 minute nap. H & N no naps.
Friday: I suspect I will lose my sanity and quit my job.
Wednesday: 