When did the 80's hit the 30 year mark?
For those women not only wondering when they became an adult but how the heck they made it past 25.
Business school graduate and niche Commercial Banker by day. Geek, do-it-yourselfer and science fiction junkie. I like the internet even though it is likely the reason I could never run for public office. Social media enthusiast with a Passion for community. I’m an open person with an obsession with volunteering, poverty prevention and international non-profit work. I over-share at times and I re-blog the most random things.
Mother of two (in diapers) and wife to a man who was my best friend since freshmen year of college, my life is not without its struggles but is filled with stories of triumph and blessings.
You know what absolutely f***ing sucks? Night terrors.
And not because it means I have to get out of bed. Boone has had them off and on for about a year. They’ve started up again and I hate seeing him writhe around and cry knowing there’s nothing I can do.
If you don’t know what night terrors are, you’re not alone. It’s not a nightmare, from which a toddler could wake up. No, night terrors are unexplained fits of crying, thrashing, from which toddlers typically don’t wake up and usually end as suddenly and inexplicably as they began. Even creepier, some toddlers (like Boone) look awake — eyes open, saying words, etc. They’re simply unconsolable.
Experts say not to wake a toddler in the midst of night terrors because it could instill a prolonged problem with falling back to sleep. Instead, they say to just be nearby to make sure the child doesn’t thump their head or roll out of bed. I say f**k that. I can’t just sit there while my son cries and flails about.
Last night, as Boone had a bout of night terrors, I scooped him up and held him close. He was whining and crying, but didn’t seem to know I was even there. As he petered out, I put him back in bed and he zonked out again. Poor guy.
Stupid f***ing night terrors.