My children won't sleep. The little ones, I mean. It's not a complaint or a gripe. It's just a fact. They won't sleep alone, and they won't sleep together. However, they WILL sleep with me. So after (what are we now, almost two weeks into Austin being gone?) almost two weeks of battling each and every bedtime, I've made a decision. The little buggers can sleep with me until Austin comes home.
Yes, I know I'll regret it. I'm already well aware. But the lack of sleep is killing everyone, and yes, that does include myself. But really...7 1/2 or 8 hours of sleep is NOT enough for an almost-three year old and a four year old, so I've got to do something. Bedtime has always been easier with Austin here. (When he left the fire department and went to his job with the Department of Defense at Robins, nights were great, because he was here every night!) That's just one of the many reasons I'm ready for him to come home, and we still have quite a while before that happens.
So until then, Milledgeville - or at least our little corner of it - will NOT remain sleepless!
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I really hope Ayden doesn't pull that nonsense with me. I'm very territorial about my sleeping space. Even so much so as to draw a line with Heather: only so much can she slip across that imaginary longitude in our bed before I freak out. Not really, but I do draw the line at children in the bed. But Ayden is a good sleeper and I think he enjoys his own space too much. Thank goodness.
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