Whack! Smack! Kick!
Part of my recent sleep troubles of the past week can be attributed to the fact that Nathan is of in the wilds of Iowa, leaving Sarah and I to fend for ourselves. Somewhere along the way we had gotten into this habit that when Daddy was away, Sarah would sleep in our bed. I tried to talk her out of it this time, with very little success. So, I built the barrier of pillows down the middle of my bed and hoped that I would get some sleep at some point.
A friend of mine, who has been a lifesaver helping me deal with single parenting, noticed that I seem to be walking in a state of permanent zombie-hood and unable to focus, helped me pressure Sarah into agreeing to sleep in her own bed last night.
Of course, gaining agreement and actually succeeding required a battle of epic proportions including torture:
Me: Sarah, tomorrow I need to get some blood taken, so you need to help me out. I can’t eat until after the blood is drawn, so you need to move quickly in the morning.
Sarah: Does that mean you are going to wake me up really early?
Me: No, but I don’t want you to sleep in too late, okay?
9:15 pm: Me: Sarah get into bed. (A little late, but it is summer).
She slowly and hesitantly gets into bed and says: “What if I get scared?”
Me: Why should you be more scared here than in my bed? There is no difference, and I’ll be right across the hall.
I get her settled into bed and then go into my own bed to read for a while. Both bedroom doors are open.
9:30 pm: Mumbling and talking from Sarah’s Room.
Me: Go to sleep!
Sarah: Mommy, I love you! I hear her stand up, and she stumbles into my room. I love you.
Me: I love you too, but go back to bed.
She looks at me like I crushed her, and then goes back to bed.
9:30-10:15 or so: Occasional mumblings and talking and other attempts to get my attention and make me believe she must be in my bed.b
10:30: All seems quiet. I decide I need to sleep. I turn of my light.
Sarah: I can’t sleep if you turn your light off!
Frustrated, I turn the light back on, but I will not give in completely: Go to sleep! You are not getting in my bed!
10:45: All is silent. Lights out, I start to fall asleep.
11:?? Sarah stumbles into the bathroom. I hold my breath hoping she will not try another technique. She finally goes back to bed.
I slept better last night, but of course Sarah needed to sleep in. So, now I am hungry and grumpy and need to have my blood sucked.
But at least she slept in her own bed.