Our son has always been great to go to bed at night and to stay in bed until the morning when I open his door. However, because he likes to have a small cup of milk right before bed I told him if he has to go the bathroom in the morning, he can certainly get out of bed to go do that. It’s been going amazing well. On the weekends, if I’m not awake by 7 a.m. he will come over to my side and pull at my covers until I either lift him up into bed or get up and start the day. Weekdays, I generally wake him up because we start early.
I should mention; he’s now 3 ½ years old. Before he was born we made the decision we wouldn’t allow him to sleep in our bed, he had his room, his crib and that’s what we were doing. About 3 months old he had a small cold and wasn’t feeling well and because he had a spare full bed in his room I thought I would sleep beside him. Yea, that didn’t go so well. I don’t care to be touched while I sleep and with a small child you become a light sleeper. The morning arrived and he didn’t sleep well because of his cold and I didn’t sleep well, solution, no more of that.
So this morning, thinking it’s around 5:45 a.m., I feel my covers tug and the little guy whispers, “momma can I watch The Wiggles?” From a very drowsy state I told him he could just lie beside me until the alarm but we have to be quiet. My husband works shift work in a coal mine and I didn’t want to wake him. When our son is awake, he moves, there is no relaxing, being still, no, he won’t have it. I rolled to look at the clock and it’s 2:40 a.m. not right before the alarm and I actually was unsure if I should take him back to his room or just hope he falls asleep beside me because in my mind he has to be tired. My mistake was not making a quick, solid decision. I went with the latter choice mainly because I didn’t want to get out of bed at that moment. Luckily he fell asleep but it only lasted about 20 minutes, then he kicked at me because he wanted more room, tugged at the covers, told me he was hot, fell asleep for a little while longer, woke up and touched my face asking if it was still night time. Okay, let’s go to your room…take him to his room. If I’m lucky, he might have slept for an hour, covers move, and he asks, “momma can I watch The Wiggles?” I pulled him up into the bed again. Yes a mistake, I should have taken him back a second time but I really didn’t want to get out of bed. Same routine as previously mentioned. At 5:30 a.m. we both started our day, getting ready for work and preschool. Which was so much more difficult to do…losing shoes (little guy), changing clothes from the plan (both of us), forgetting lunch (me), etc. As we are getting in the car, “momma you didn’t let me watch The Wiggles.” (The only time he watches The Wiggles at home is on a Saturday morning when he eats his breakfast and I sweep the house to tune it out.)
Today…lots of coffee.