It’s the 13th of the month, so today’s NaBloPoMo theme is Superstition. Peek back at yesterday’s post for a cute photo of Ell-Bell doing some chores.
Are you superstitious? I think my son K-man might be. When he counts to twenty, he almost always skips the number thirteen. It’s probably because his two-year-old brain can’t distinguish between the words thirteen and fourteen, but still, cute.
I’ve never been an overly superstitious person. One superstition I think all moms subscribe to, though, is that you should never ever EVER vocalize when things are going well with your kid. It’s a classic rookie mistake. Because the moment you admit that things are going well, the literal moment, they take a turn for the worse. Sometimes it’s a full 180. Ugh. Kids are so spiteful.
And this is true in every facet of parenthood. Behavioral issues. Eating. Potty training. And of course, sleep. Mother effing sleep. Aka the joy killer. Aka optimism’s kryptonite. If you’re a masochist, if you really truly hate yourself, go ahead and roll over in bed one night and tell your partner that you think your child is finally sleeping better. Go ahead, I dare you. I guarantee you that same child will wake up crying within five minutes. And then again every hour for the rest of the night. You done messed up.
Honestly, there’s no safe way to acknowledge a trend of sleep improvement. Ell-Bell has had some major sleep issues for the past, oh, five months or so. Multiple night wakings, every night. But lately, it seemed like we were turning over a new leaf. Gosh, a few nights in a row she didn’t even wake up for the first time until about 4 a.m! Pure heaven.
Since I’m talking in the past tense, you already know I messed it up somehow. But if you think I’m naive enough to have uttered a word about my giddiness to another living soul, you’re not giving me enough credit. This isn’t my first rodeo! I wouldn’t even meet Hubby’s eyes when he asked me in the mornings how things went the night before. I just gave him the usual old miserable grunt. So here’s where I went wrong. I dared to think about it. How could I have been so stupid? Obviously the sleep gods can read minds, too!
Guess I need to bone up on my occlumency, just in case my daughter ever starts sleeping through the night.
Until next time,
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I’ve told my husband many times that the only real supernatural power in the universe is jinxing. There’s something out there – a force? An entity? I don’t know, but it really likes to kick you in the crotch the moment you vocalize your good fortune. It’s been demonstrated in our life countless times, yet he continues to talk about Things That Mustn’t Be Discussed. Why?
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I like how you capitalize Things That Musn’t Be Discussed like He Who Must Not Be Named. Why don’t men seem to get this though?
Because most likely they aren’t the ones waking up with the child who has just been jinxed awake! And I’m always into a good HP reference.
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