Mumff, Grumble, Snarff

Camden has been rather fussy at night, needing to be pat-pat-patted several times during the night.  Which has been a trifle annoying, but not nearly so much as last night's incident.  I don't suppose the whole night would have been a bust, if we had known what to do.  So Camden cried and Dan went to check on him.  Turns out he (Camden, not Dan) had saturated his diaper and then some and was uncomfortable.  Unfortunately, after rectifying the situation, Camden had no interest in sleeping.  Not in his crib.  Not in Dan's arms (which is my favorite way to fall asleep).  Not with me holding him.  Not on the couch snuggling with me.  He snoozed a bit with Dan, but it didn't last.  I think we both just kept thinking, surely he will fall asleep faster if we are holding him, than if he screams in his room for a while.  But we should have just let him cry it out at 2:30 instead of at 4 and again at 5:30.  Ah, well.

I just don't get it!  How could he not have wanted to sleep again?  Nope, he just wanted to explore and play and wiggle and kick and poke my face.  How could he have so much energy when I felt like a gritty-eyed zombie?

So, yeah, I have low expectations of today.  All three of us had a lousy night and Sundays are always harder cause church is during Camden's regular naptime.  Of course, he won't sleep at church because it is too interesting - not that he actually seems to listen at all.  Fortunately, I got him to take an early nap!!!  So there is hope for a non-psychotic resolution to the day.