A cruel irony

Nick is on his last stretch before school is out. Only two more weeks! I am so- whats the right word...ecstatic? Bursting with excitement? Or maybe........tired?

With Nick putting in 16 hour days with both work and school, I am making quite the understatement when I say the past few months have been exhausting and anything but easy. And though I can almost taste the school-free, sleep in mornings, I am convinced that Toby is bent on making these last couple weeks as difficult as possible. He continues to stay true to his most defining characteristic: he is consistently inconsistent. And more for ME than anyone else. For example, when Nick is around on the weekends to give me a break or some extra shut-eye, Toby transforms into a slightly easier version of himself. Let me break it down for you:

Over the weekend Nick only had to change 1 (one!) poopy diaper. Yesterday I gagged my way through 5 (yes five!) poopy diapers, and have had the pleasure of changing 3 more this morning.

Over the weekend Toby took 2 hour nap (this is a true rarity) during the day for Nick. Monday Toby went back to his usual 45 minute cat-naps.

Over the weekend Toby slept in until 7 am (this is even more unheard of than the 2 hour nap). This morning Toby woke up at his usual 5:30.

Over the weekend when Nick would put Toby down for a nap he would magically fall asleep in his arms without a fight. For me, I have to wear out Toby to the point of exhaustion, hovering over meltdown mode. And even then he won't fall asleep in my arms unless he has a bottle of milk beforehand.

I have read that when your child acts differently around you than other people, its actually a sign that they trust you as their caregiver and so you should be flattered with their Jekyll and Hyde behavior.

Hmmm...ok Toby I get it. You love your mommy. You can stop flattering me so much- particularly around 5 am. :)