Does everyone remember that stage that all kids go through when they are completely FIXATED on one parent - only that parent - no one else will do for anything? And, at the same time, they stop sleeping through the night for some reason?
Welcome to my life!
My darling, beautiful, adorable, full-of-life son thinks the sun rises and sets by me. This is a good thing, yes? Only between 7 am and 9 pm. The rest of the time it stinks! It really, really stinks when Mommy has a migraine.
Poor little man has bronchitis. He keeps waking himself up with his coughing. When this happens, he looks at the perpetual pallet on the floor beside his bed to see if I am keeping him company. What can I say? A double folded blanket is a LITTLE more comfortable than laying on the carpet! And, hey, it's good enough for Monks and Soldiers, so it's good enough for me. At least I have central heat and air.
It does NO GOOD for hubby to try to comfort him in the middle of the night. Then I have to listen to him wail "Mooooommmmmmeeeeeee" for 15 minutes before I can't stand it anymore and go in there. Well, upon my fourth trip to my son's room last night (at @ 2:30), I practically mowed down my 3 yr old girl who was headed to our bed b/c her brother woke her up. Funny, when I told her to go back to her own bed, she started whining that she wanted to sleep with Daaaaddeeeee.
YOU, want to sleep with Daddy? So do I !!!!
I gave her the choice of her own bed or the floor with me -
What kind of crack was I smoking last night? The right answer is to let her wake up her father so that we can all be miserable, right? Noooooo. I am a thoughtful and loving wife. And my brain doesn't function well in the middle of the night anyway, or at all when I have that headache.
So in we troop to little man's room. The princess immediately flops down in the middle of my very small pallet. Scooch, sissy!
Little man states definitively: "Wan go-gurt! Wan choc-lot!"
"NO!" says I, "it's time for night-night! No yogurt, no chocolate milk! Go to sleep!"
He flops in his bed, then decides that if SISSY gets to sleep down there with Mommy, then so should he! Rocket scientist that I am, it didn't occur to me that we could ALL move to Sissy's bed. So there we slept, on the floor, all three of us on a blanket pallet. For about 10 minutes. Then little man shoved me OFF the pallet.
Wait a second - that's MY bed! (I get a lil grumpy at night.)
Hmmm, maybe I can leave them BOTH on the floor and go back to the pillow-top? No, b/c little man had to have his space, but wasn't asleep! Eyes wide open.
I scoop him up and head to my bed, leaving Sissy slumbering on the floor. (It was then @ 3:15)
I was somewhat vindicated when, a few minutes after taking the boy to bed, I looked over to see him suctioned, alien-like, on my husband's head.
Then I was punished for that evil thought when he realized that he was suctioned to Daddy instead of Mommy and immediately jumped hosts. Drat! You see, Daddy doesn't have nice, long hair to pull on when sucking the marrow from your bones in the middle of the night.
I gave up at 4:00. I kicked my husband, made him hold me while I cried for 30 seconds about having a headache and not getting to sleep. We ate go-gurt, drank choc-lot, and watched Wiggles. THEN little man went to sleep.
I blame it all on Daylight Savings Time.
The themeing (sp?) of the park was also fun. The parade was cute. BUT it is an extra cost and I know you'd have so much more fun with the kids.
and I've always wanted to be there for F&W.
