The downside of graveyard

Caught a ride on the way home.

Fascinated by Mommy jumping.

Jump.

Exploring nature.

(Pictures are from Monday, family walk before work. We all had fun, jumping off the curbs over and over at a Church nearby.)

Tuesdays are very hard for me, it is technically considered my first day off. That is hard to do when you work the night before, come home at 6 am, everyone else gets up at 9 am and you try to also. 3 hours of sleep just doesn't cut it especially when dealing with a 2 year old. Today was a little different I stayed up to read a little when I got home and right as I was heading to bed Emma woke up so I stayed up with her so Archie could get some sleep since apparently she was up and down most of the night. She didn't want french toast or yogurt, she wanted a cookie (said while bringing me the package). I said ok but she had to eat one of the other things first, she didn't want to so it was just oj for breakfast. She basically didn't want to do anything except the one thing I said no to, the computer. (only because Arch has been having problems with his and I have never used the plug in she wanted to play with) So eventually the no issue for the computer sent her into a meltdown so we went to her room to try a nap.

She didn't take a nap 3 days this week, yesterday I got her to take one. Today I knew was going to be a challenge after the first 30 minutes. She is absolutely tired, yawning, rubbing her eyes and crying over nothing. What she does is lay there if you hold on to her (so she doesn't get up and run around ) and she stares at the ceiling or wall. Her eyes will start to get heavy and almost close and she kicks her foot, heavy eyes moves her hand, heavy eyes shakes her head, heavy eyes other foot, you get the picture. The absolutely frustrating part is this can literally go on for well over an hour. After about an hour and a half of this today I got fed up and held her arms with the top half of my body, using my head to anchor hers from shaking it and my leg over hers so she couldn't kick. The only thing she could move was probably her toes so after 10 minutes of this she was out.... finally. Then I crawl into bed, Arch looks like he is getting up and I told him if he woke her I would kill him, he laid back down. I slept for about 2.5 hours and went and laid on the couch to wake myself up because it is now 2:30 and I haven't done anything at all on "my day off".

Emma and I finally head outside around 4, we deal with the garbage for garbage day and then head out for a walk. We didn't make it 5 houses and she wanted to let go of my hand, then lay on the cement..... I carried her back home. I tried to get her to play with her 4 wheeler but she was more interested in running to the street. It was definitely one of those count to 10 days. (I think I made it to 1 million by bedtime). We then tried kicking balls in the front yard, lasted about 10 minutes then she wanted to watch me kick it only. When she wouldn't stay in the front yard anymore we went in. She headed for the step ladder, climbed to the top for the billionth time today, I said no for the billionth time today (after counting to 10). I finally folded it up. Then we tried reading, play dough, flashcards, kitchen, v-tech, she just didn't want to do anything without crying. I really wanted to cry with her today. Basically after that it was dinner, pjs and bed. She was asleep before I closed the door. I then asked Archie how long he was staying up..... He looks at me like I am crazy and says it is only 7:30! I hate Tuesdays.