Before you get all judgemental, I know, I know
He shouldn't be sleeping with us
He should be able to sleep on his own
Yada, yada, yada
In my defense, he slept on his own
from the day he came home from the hospital
til the day he learned that he could climb up and jump out of his crib
Since then, it's been a B A T T L E!!
And Mama's tired!
So we take turns putting him to sleep,
laying next to him,
he snuggles close,
grabs a hold of your hand,
he intertwines his fingers into mine,
and whispers in my ear "I love you Mommy".
But if I fall asleep in his bed,
I wake up sore and uncomfortable.
If he falls asleep in my bed,
I usually fall asleep too,
then I wake up with a foot in my side
and a finger up my nose.
So that's it!
I'm putting my foot down!
I've had enough of this.
He has to sleep on the floor of my room now!
(baby steps people)
Last night I tell The Boy it's bedtime.
He brushes his teeth,
we walk into my room,
and I begin to make his bed
right next to mine.
Folding up and laying out the extra soft blankie
He's looking at me with those sad eyes.
He gives me that pouty face that he's perfected.
Then he starts the heavy breathing, hhhhaaaaa
I look at him.
Don't even begin with your huffing and puffing, I tell him in my stearn voice.
What's huffing and puffing? he asks.
So I show him, the over-exaggerated huff
and the long very loud exhale...hhhaaaaa
If you start that huffing and puffing, I tell him, you can go sleep in your own room.
He looks up at me with his big eyes and then he lays his head down on his pillow.
I cover him up, turn off the lights, and walk into the bathroom and close the door behind me.
I begin my bedtime routine.
Brush my teeth,
Wash my face,
Get a glass of water,
then I tiptoe back into the dark bedroom,
very careful not to step on The Boy.
I hear a little whisper as I'm getting into bed...
Can I breathe now?