The word “regular” is spelled, means, and is more or less pronounced the same in Spanish and English. In Spain – in my Spanish family, at least – it is the worst possible response that can be given when someone asks you how you’re doing, guaranteed to get a, “Aw, what’s wrong?” in return. Of course it’s funny to me because if you got that response from an English speaker, they’d be referring to their regular bowel schedule.
After one night of pure hell last week we have had a resounding success in our nocturnal parental negotiations. The key, it seems, is keeping a regular schedule and sticking to it no matter what.
09:00 – Breakfast of milk formula with powdered cereals
11:00 – Walk around town with Daddy
12:30 – Vegetable puree for lunch
13:00 – Post-lunch siesta (this is key!)
14:00 – Wake up
14:30 – To daycare
17:00 – Afternoon fruit puree at daycare
17:30 – Pick-up at daycare and walk around town with Mommy
19:30 – Bathtime
20:30 – Dinner of milk formula with powdered cereals
21:00 – Bedtime
We have gone an entire week with less than a 10 minute variation for each activity. The result was plenty of sleep for Mommy and Daddy, resulting in good moods all around. This has a major parental epiphany for us.
As an unintended consequence, an additional scheduled activity manifested itself. She now poops regularly at 10:00, with the chimes of the church bells. To take a quote from Weeds, she “[poops] like a Swiss train”.