I got up at 5:30 in the morning today. Unfortunately also my big daughter (3 years old). She then no longer slept. Actually I wake her up at about 7:00 in the morning. And so it happened that getting her dressed, having breakfast with her, driving to kindergarten with her was a real challenge. A mixture of “I am soooooo tired” and crying. Heartbreaking.
Usually, when it is the weekend or when we are on holiday, our two children sleep through the night. From 20:00 in the evening until about 8:00 in the morning. We are blessed in this respect. But sometimes this does not work. Sometimes something is wrong. Especially as the children go through so many phases in which the body or mind adjust. I think this is terribly difficult for both. I always try to help them as much as I can, but I am also only human. And sometimes I explode. And that’s what breaks my heart. Because the moment I get angry, I’m already sorry. You don’t do it on purpose. I’ve read books about it. But it is sometimes difficult, and that although - as described - we are blessed with two wonderful, smart daughters.
I guess that’s part of life.