My boys, mainly Tornado E, have a hard time sleeping through the night. One, two, or three boy(s) end up in my bed sometime in the night. Before in the last house, it was just annoying. Now it’s difficult because I sleep in a double. Three kids and an adult don’t fit. When this happens, I slip out of bed and crawl into a twin bed in the boys’ room. If I’m lucky, I sleep through the night and wake to my alarm in the next room. I’m rarely that lucky. Usually a boy or two slides into bed with me. The third child is told to sleep in one of the other beds.
I’ve mentioned before that I’m not a good night-parent. I get grumpy when woken up in the middle of the night. With a good reason, I become less grumpy. Trying to crawl into my bed is not a good reason to wake me up.
Last night Tornado E was already in my bed, when Tornado A started crying out to me because of a nightmare. When I cuddled with him to make sure he was fine, he asked me to stay. I slid into bed for just a minute when Tornado E entered the room.
Aha! A scheme! I would let Tornado E fall to sleep in his bed; then I would creep back into my own bed to sleep alone. What could go wrong?
An hour of whining, arguing, pleading, Tornado E begged me to return to my bed. Somewhere in the middle of this barrage of craziness at 2:30am, he threatened not to go back to sleep.
Right. That’s it. This was the hill I was dying on tonight. I will not negotiate with terrorists.
He fell asleep. Finally.
Only to wake up 30 minutes later to resume his whining, arguing, pleading, begging-0h-my-god-stop-it! He went on for an hour as I dozed off and on.
Finally Tornado S asked me if he could play video games.
Me: What time is it?
Tornado S: 5.4.5
5-4-5? Right. 5:45.
Me: No. Not until 6:00.
A moment passed.
Tornado S: Can I play video games now?
Me: No. What time is it?
Tornado S: 6.
Tornado S and E jumped out of bed.
Me: Except Tornado E. He has to stay in bed until 6:30 because he was up all night.
I left the room before he could start whining.
I really could use a nap.