#AtoZChallenge: ‘Z’ is for Zzzzz

I mentioned having bad anxiety in a previous post. I have generalized anxiety disorder, so my brain tends to escalate situations at times, to put it mildly. While the whole “feeling like I’m having a heart attack” thing sucks, it has created some funny situations. I wasn’t able to laugh at the time these situations were happening, of course, but definitely had a chuckle afterwards.

Baby Girl has not been good for my anxiety. Kids will create anxiety in any parent, even those who are typically pretty calm about things, but Baby Girl is another story. Where Little Man was always my easy child who listened and didn’t do things that were remotely dangerous (he didn’t do anything to indicate needing child-proof anything a single time, even though we had it), Baby Girl has necessitated purchasing every single child safety device known to man. She can also be a bit of a daredevil at times.

Like the time when she had just turned one and couldn’t walk, yet she managed to stand on one leg on top of a toy with wheels.

And she loves jumping off the step at the top of the porch. If her brother who is 6.5 years older than her can do it safely, then so can she, in her mind.

We haven’t ended up in the ER yet, but it’s only a matter of time.

Baby Girl stayed in her pack-n-play for a long time. (She hated the crib, but we had a good mattress in the pack-n-play, so it was comfortable for her.) Up until her third birthday, there was no need for a big girl bed, as she was too short to attempt climbing out. After she finally did climb out, though, we bought her a big girl bed, and that’s when the night terrors started.

And by “night terrors,” I don’t mean those dreadful nightmares that cause kids to wake up screaming. She’s the one responsible for scaring the crap out of me.

Whenever I hear a noise in the night, I get freaked out, thinking someone might be breaking into the house. And despite being hard of hearing (, I tend to hear a lot of noises, noises that my husband who hears perfectly fine doesn’t hear (overactive imagination, much?). One night I heard something and sat up in the bed, waiting to see if I would hear it again and would need to wake up my husband to go check out the source of the noise. Just then, my doorknob jiggled.

Spoiler alert: we weren’t.

‘Twas no madman — just a toddler.

This one has happened quite a few times. I’ve told Baby Girl to call us over her monitor to come and get her when she wakes up, but she runs in our room every time.

One night I didn’t fully wake up when she opened the door to the bedroom, but I did moments later. In that state between being asleep and waking, I had a feeling of being watched. I woke up to this:

That’s not the only time she’s done that creepy staring thing, either. I’ve woken up in the morning to her sitting beside my pillow staring at me with her face just a few inches from mine. Once I woke up during the night to find Little Man doing the same thing. I asked what he was doing, and he said “watching you,” which didn’t lessen the creep factor.

So, thanks, dear children — especially Baby Girl — for making my anxiety worse.

And that’s a wrap for the A to Z Challenge! Wow! Tomorrow I’ll do a wrap-up post for the challenge. Thanks for sticking around all month!Β 

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Author: Erika

I’m a SAHM to two kids. When I’m not doing all the typical mom things (diapers, soccer, etc.), I like writing, reading, and playing games. Clearly I live the life of a rock star.

34 thoughts on “#AtoZChallenge: ‘Z’ is for Zzzzz”

  1. If my son actually wanted to sleep, I knew he was sick. πŸ˜‰

    There’s a book called The Child Whisperer that describes the different natures we all have. It might be of help. πŸ™‚

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    1. The only time my son wants to sleep these days is on school days. Any other time, he’s up before the sun, go figure.

      I’ll have to look that up, thanks for the tip.


  2. Wow, your BabyGirl and my daughter must be soul sisters! I don’t suffer from anxiety, but my husband has been diagnosed with severe anxiety, so being a caretaker, I get it. Hope it gets better!

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      1. Haha! I feel your pain. I thought parenting was a breeze with Little Man, but quickly found out how wrong I was! She’ll be four at the end of June, so maybe we’ll get a break from these tantrums and drama soon.


      2. Oh man! You’re so lucky! My LO JUST turned 3! My oldest was THE perfect kid, til he hit about 8, and then it was a little challenging, lol. Hope u get a break from the crazy 3’s soon!

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      3. Lol. Thanks. I’m DONE with today! About to go to bed now! Actually… just to add insult to injury. I’m pretty certain my 3 yr old now had pink eye! Awesome πŸ˜‘πŸ˜‘πŸ˜‘

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  3. SO relatable. Bubba and Moo were the creepy quiet starers at my bedside. They were also the monkey kids. Climbed everything. I still have to tell Moo about danger, not because she doesn’t know, but because she programmed me that way.
    We could have kept Moo in a crib til she was 6 or 7, no lie. Yes, she’d climb out, but she liked sleeping in them.

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  4. Hahaha! This really made me laugh! Brilliant. I hope I won’t be subject to the creepy waking up to a staring toddler thing when my little boy gets a bit bigger! πŸ™ˆ x

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  5. Here’s one you might appreciate: yesterday morning I woke up to my four-year-old son’s foot hovering half an inch in front of my face. He was standing on one leg next to my bed, saying, “Bite this nail off, it’s too long.” FOR REAL.

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