I like my sleep. A whole lot.
Since joining that exclusive club of motherhood, getting good sleep has been hit or miss nearly every night. I was a total dunce with my first son. Scared to death if he didn't sleep with me then something would go terribly wrong. Before long the thing that was terribly wrong, was the fact that he screamed his head off unless he slept with me.
Didn't do much better with the Cashman. In fact the Monster didn't start sleeping in his own bed until we brought baby Cashman home. We moved one out of our bed, just to move the next right on in. These were huge mistakes people! Huge! At the time I couldn't imagine not sleeping with my babies. But in hindsight, I really should have attempted a crib.
When Sugarbaby was about 8 months old (and had been sleeping with us the whole time), I decided it was enough and damn it! one of my children was going to be a good sleeper. I went through the whole training process and I'm happy to report that since then she is the best sleeper in the house. She takes three hour naps. In her crib. By herself. - She sleeps 12 hours at night. In her crib. By herself. NOT IN MY BED.
It's amazing what an empty king size bed can do for the soul. But lately, my sleep patterns have been disturbed again. Cashman is scared. A new fear has risen in him and he comes running every night to our room. We've made him a pallet on the floor, but still....I don't want another kid in my room. Its throwing me out of wack. Wrecking my good rest. Irritating the hell out of me.
Like everything else, I just keep telling myself it's a phase. He will grow out of it. He just started school. It can't last forever. But oh good grief I want my bed back! I just got it to myself after 6 years of parenting. While I'll be happy to share it with the hubby, I don't want to share with any children.
Can someone please let Cashman in on that?