Tired.

Yesterday I was thinking how lucky I was because the time change wasn't affecting Reyna. She woke up around her normal time, took an awesome nap and went to bed on time. Fast forward to 3 am.

I decided to check on Reyna when I heard her crying @ 3. When she saw me walk into her room, she got excited and acted like she wanted out of her bed. She was wide awake. Not only was she wide awake, she was ready to get out of her crib and start her day. I made her lay down, which only pissed her off even more. I figured she would quiet down and go back to sleep.

Nope.

3:30 back in Reyna's room. I get her out of bed and try to rock with her. She was squirming out of my arms because she wanted down. She kept asking for her books. I put her back into bed for the second time and leave the room.

4:00 back in Reyna's room. This time, I am a little annoyed. I am wide awake and my child is screaming. At this point, I do not know what to do. I am the mama, I should always know what to do, right?

I finally just had to leave her in there to fall back asleep on her own. Yes people, I let her cry it out. Of course I felt bad, but I was at a loss what to do.

This morning I was greeted by her adorable little voice yelling, "mama, mama." I went into her room and immediately felt bad for how annoyed and frustrated I felt in the night.

Needless to say, I am tired. I am tired in such a way that not even my good Columbian beans could help. Now that's tired.