Rain & Intuition
Holy rainfall. It’s been raining nearly nonstop here since Sunday evening. All of the creeks on our property are overflowing, Hominy Creek (which runs alongside our driveway) is raging, the chickens are SO over it, there are what sound to be hundreds of peepers croaking in our tiny pond, and we have to wring the water out of our gloves whenever we bring in wood from the firewood cradle.
Supposedly, this should all transition to snow in about 3o minutes. It already has for my mother and grandmother, who live about an hour north of us. I’d love for Huxley to wake to a snow-filled cove tomorrow, but since previous forecasts for snow this year haven’t panned out, we’re reluctant to build up too great of expectations. We’ll see what the morning brings.
All of this rain makes for some happy moss, though. Our property is littered with a variety of glorious, lush, verdant moss, and you better believe they’re digging all this wetness. Our well is benefitting, too, a very important necessity when you live out in the country like we do, and rely on that well to keep us in water at a moment’s notice.
Meanwhile, I’ve had 3 straight nights of wretched sleep. Between our dogs barking at random forest noises in the middle of the night and scratching at the bedroom door to go out, and Huxley being a wiggling, kicking, horizontal-sleeping toddler in bed next to me, I’m beginning to seriously feel like the waking dead.
I’ve let intuition be my guide with most of my parenting. It’s served me well, and let me know when to start him on solid foods, when to begin potty-training (which we’re still in the midst of), and when to wean (12-12-12, friends, and it was smooth sailing!). My intuition also led me to transition Huxley’s crib (which we never even used) to its toddler bed incarnation about 2 months ago. He now takes his naps in it during the day, and I’m thinking of trying tonight to start the move to it for overnight sleeping.
Any other bed-sharing/co-sleeping parents out there that have successfully transitioned their littles out of their beds, I welcome your sage advice. He likes napping in there (his bed), and loves his room, so aside from waking in the night and not having me right beside him and perhaps getting a bit scared, I’m thinking he’s ready. Maybe that’s why he squirms so much; he’d like to have more room to spread out and do his wiggle-worm thing unencumbered.
So, here’s a weary wish for rain that finally (FINALLY!) turns to snow, and for a toddler that loves sleeping alone. In the meantime, I intend to take another sip of my beer, stoke the fire, and find contentment in the abundant rain, and the promise it holds.