I remember when I was a kid and my parents would say they were tired, I would think to myself “then why do you stay up so late??”. Now keep in mind, as a kid, staying up late was anything past 9pm. Well I totally get it now. They wanted time to unwind, to catch up on their own lives and relax a bit without kids.
I know it because I’m in the same boat now. No matter how tired I am, I can’t seem to get to sleep before 10pm. I have every opportunity to go to bed earlier since the kids are usually asleep between 8-8:30pm but it’s like I need at least an hour of decompression to spend time with Chris, to read, to watch tv, take a long shower etc.
With Henry, I don’t get much alone time. .Even going to the bathroom has become stressful. If I decide to lock the door, then I have him on the other side bashing into the door, rattling the handle, creepily whispering “Maaamaa” under the door and when that doesn’t work, he starts yelling Mama!!! and then screams until I come out. No more little oasis for me. He’s been really clingy lately. I’ll be walking and stop suddenly and two seconds later he’s bumping into me because he was following me so closely. He also thinks it’s hilarious to head bump me in the butt these days which was cute at first, but now is kind of getting annoying. Luckily he’s getting better at saying sorry, even though he starts doing it again seconds later.