There is no sleep for the weary at our house. My little girl has moved into her big girl bed - which pretty much means that she's moved into our bed because it's so much easier to escape the big girl bed. Last night she came in our bed at 3:00 a.m. She was twisting her fingers through my hair, kicking her legs and rolling all around. This was topped off my husband restlessley readjusting all night and making the mattress bounce. The more I couldn't sleep, the madder I got. Then my son came in. I got up and escorted the kids back to their rooms. Then the alternating began. One right after the other - laying with one in their bed hoping to get them to sleep, going to the others, then back to my own, only to hear another pair of little feet walking through our door.
I was done. I took my pillow and banished myself to the basement. I grabbed a foam pad from the storage and slept under the swingset. (yes we have a swingset in the basement :) My husband and the two kids could have that whole queen size bed to themselves! My last act before falling asleep -- throwing a green hulk hand at the wall in my basement right after I tripped on it stumbling into my little resting place. The last words I heard . . . "HULK SMASH!!!!"
At 8, my daughter still manages to find her way to our bed occassionaly. For months she spends the entire night in her own bed then something breaks the rythym and we're back to an early morning visit that take weeks to overcome. While the result may be a crabby mom she seems to be no worse for the wear. To be 8....
Posted by: kids can travel | February 12, 2007 at 03:53 AM