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“Mother” A woman at the end of her potty training co-sleeping rope.

February 23, 2011

I feel like I need a raise.

Lately my job as a stay at home mom seems to center around cleaning up bodily fluids and I’m pretty much over it.  The dog has been sick…Morgan has been REFUSING to poop on the potty to the tune of throwing out 3 pairs of underwear today…and well…Leighton has always been a machine of spit up and dirty diapers.

I’m frazzled. I have had allergies like you would not believe and the past 11 months of not sleeping through the night have taken their toll.  Sometimes I yell. Sometimes I close my eyes and mentally escape to a place where at least the damn dog poops where she is supposed to. I took stock and realized that something had to give.

I sort of snapped.

I was in my room looking at the baby swing, the pallet on the floor where Morgan sleeps and the changing table. My floor was littered with teething toys and dinosaur books. Even my evening bath, the last bastion of privacy and relaxation had degenerated to an event attended by my three year old who refused to fall asleep on the floor in our room until I too was lying in bed. He would peer solemnly at me across the wall of the marble tub and ask “Are you having a great bath?”.   Ahem…no, I was not.  I had grown far too resentful of nursing one child in bed while reading by lamplight…only to be told by the other child that the light was bothering him while he was trying to sleep.

I rounded up the kids and shooed them out of our room after nearly a year of co sleeping. I told them, “Mama wants her room back.”

We started at 7pm. We gathered up the little jammie wearing kiddos and piled them onto our bed for story time. Three books, two songs…then off to their own beds. Leighton woke every two hours the first night. Morgan was in and out of our room most of the night. J and I staunchly held our ground until 3am and then the whole gang was back together.

Night after night, we repeated the routine. Three nights in, we had a victory. Leighton went down at 10pm and woke at 5:30am. Morgan went down at 8pm and woke at 6am. I started to do the things that normal parents do in the evening. Hubs and I watched the Colbert report curled up on the sofa together and laughed. We TALKED. We even watched a movie. It was insane…like a freaking vacation after all this time.

A week later, things are still going pretty good. We had some regression after our date night on Saturday, but we are slowly working our way back to a full night’s sleep.

…and let’s face it….We’re all better with a bit more sleep.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. February 23, 2011 2:25 am

    Yahooooo for sleep! And dates (even if they’re at home watching TV) with husbands!!!
    I’m all for cosleeping, but I’m also all for getting a full night’s sleep in my bed with plenty of room to spread out. 🙂
    Hope the trend continues for you!

  2. February 23, 2011 2:49 pm

    How absolutely adorable does Leighton look in that pic?! Love it!

    And YAY for sleep! You held out way longer than I was able to with the sleepless nights. Solid nights of sleep are soooo good for everyone involved.

    • Jen permalink*
      February 24, 2011 3:54 am

      Amen, Amanda! I don’t know why I didn’t do this sooner.

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