Confession is Good for the Soul

OK, I have to make a confession about an internal conflict I've been having as a mother. It goes something like this.

Baby Q, who is sweet and wonderful in most respects, has been a rough sleeper the last few months. Few naps went to no naps. Nursing all night, but not restfully so we could just co-sleep and be done with it, but wiggly and awake, so I'm awake half the night etc.

Finally, we've gotten back into a rhythm of naps and good sleep at night--like regularly 6 hours in a row.

And then we hit Sundays.

And what happens? Missed nap in the morning leads to poor or missed nap in the evening leads to  poor sleep that night leads to missed nap the next morning, poor nap the next afternoon, and a cranky, screaming child that night, etc.

And just when it finally settles back down and both of us are getting sleep, we start over again on Sunday.

I confess to a growing, gnawing dread knowing that no matter how good the service is on Sunday morning, I know what I'm going to be facing for the next 24 to 72 hours. I dislike dreading going to church. It doesn't feel right. But this is what I deal with right now.