(or, just another mommyblog post)
10:47 p.m.: Decide I’ve done enough even though project is not complete; sleep more important.
11:03 p.m.: Actually shut down computer. 16 minutes: Possibly a record.
11:04 p.m.: Contemplate starting load of laundry. Determine that is crazy talk.
11:05 p.m.: Arrive upstairs to discover child in my bed. Haul 50 lbs. of resistant kid across hall to designated sleeping environment.
11:07 – 11:21 p.m.: Brush, floss, moisturize, NY Times Sunday Magazine.
11:22 p.m.: Bed.
11:27 p.m.: Suspicious retching sound. Did dog just barf? Get up to check.
11:28 p.m.: Nope.
11:31 p.m.: Enter child (35-lb version), stage left.
11:32 – 11:41 p.m. Impassioned debate with self. Return child to bed (requires getting out of bed) or defer to apathy? Child’s knees pinning my right arm against my body; child’s flannely arm thrown across my throat.
11:42 p.m.: Dude, talking in your sleep = automatic eviction.
11: 47 p.m.: Back in bed, sans child.
12:01 a.m.: Crying. Yeah, I heard it even before my husband elbowed me in the back.
12:01 – 12:17 a.m.: Impassioned debate with self. Wait one or both of them out? Get out of bed (definitely faster)?
12:18 a.m.: Guess which one I picked. It was the “please *whimper* come here *whimper* Moooommmmmmy” that finally got to me.
12:31 a.m. Back in bed. Notice it is now nearly two hours after I decided I should go to bed “early.”
P.S. I know exactly why this happened. The night before, I said, out loud, that bedtime had “gotten much better for us recently.” Kiss. of. death.
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LOL I’ve been there, too. Especially with the “impassioned debate with self”!
I need to formulate a much more rigid bedtime routine . . . for myself! I’m doing to much ‘a little more work email . . . a little more blog reading . . . wait, still need to write my post . . .’ until it’s early in the morning.
My entry into bed is a bit quicker, but I am up more between 2 and 5 am, I imagine. Oh for a full night’s sleep, huh?
Dare I say with our new house – the kids are upstairs and we are on the main level – everyone is sleeping much better.
That and my son, who can managed to crawl in between my husband and I with neither of us waking, now has an electric blanket? Made all the difference…
I’ve given up. She climbs in nearly every single night, in the wee hours when I’m asleep – BUT – we parents sleep right through it.
I sooooo need a sleep guru at my house. I have given up on “strategy” or a “plan” and everytime someone gets up I just do my damnedest to get back to sleep whether it is with them, on the couch, in my bed. I woke up with a binky in my hair yesterday. Like IN my hair, which means Ro was sleeping on my head.
I’m so tired. Wah.
I sympathize. I’m in no hurry to get Oliver into a big boy bed for this very reason.
I feel your pain. Remarkable how similar lives can be.
I’m tired just reading this…….I want to go to bed.
It never fails. Whenever I declare that I’m going to be bed early… the sky falls
My solution for the crowdy kids in the middle of the night? Sleeping bag at foot of bed. Stop yelling for me, kid, and get your fine self up to my room and crawl into the bag. And let me sleep.