When Christopher and Em were newborns, I remember thinking “this won’t last forever, soon they’ll sleep through the night…” I eagerly clung to the bright future of uninterrupted sleep. Well, here is what the last two nights have been like…
Sunday, 11:45 pm: I heard Emmy chatting with someone. I went to check on her, she was just sleep talking.
Middle of the night, 12:30 a.m: “Daddy? Where’s my headband? I need my hair bow.” I walk out and find Emmy sleepwalking in circles and looking for her sparkly headband. I put it on, tucked her into bed, went back to sleep.
3 a.m: Emmy climbs into bed with me, I am too tired to move her out, so I pretend I don’t notice.
3:47 a.m: kick, kick, kick. Dang it, I should have moved her back to her bed.
5 a.m: I hear Christopher’s voice… “Mommy, I just throwed up in my bed.”
6 a.m: My alarm goes off for the day.
Last night was fairly similar…
11:30 p.m: I hear little boy wailing. I run to his bed, assuming he is about to throw up again. Nope it was nothing, he was still asleep.
12:30 a.m: A blanket was lost and rediscovered.
4:30 a.m: Christopher’s voice again… “Mommy, what time is it?” He was sleep talking, so I didn’t answer.
5:15 a.m: Emmy remembered the night before when I didn’t move her and slept walked right back to my bed.
6 a.m: Alarm.
No wonder I’m ready for bed by 9 p.m every night!