aaaaargh. I have a situation on my hands that I have to admit, has grown legs, mutated, and I feel is way bigger than me.
Once again, I was woken up, or shall we say jolted out of bed this morning, at a cheery 5:42am. It would not have been so bad, had I not gone to bed at 1:26am, only to have Shikebum wake up at 1:27am, and decide she was hungry. I got her back to bed at 2:15am. My fault.
I nearly, nearly, switched on the TV this morning . I said to myself that today would be the exception, I was so tired. But somewhere deep inside, the tiny little voice of reason miraculously made herself heard, even above the muffled sounds of grumpiness.
So up I got. However, that was not my big problem. My issue is I now have anywhere between 1 and 3 children sleeping in my bed on any given night. Did I mention my 8 year old was 4’10”! Then Little Miss G has now developed this new found habit, that her sisters have perfected. When she first came, I ould not resist her, because she really is my most cuddly kid. She cuddles and snuggles, and even at 3am, it is truly delicious. However, I let it become a habit.
So this morning, in my concussed state of horizontal bliss, I felt Little Miss G move.Truth is I did not even know she was there. Then there was a moan, ” Where’s mommy? ” she croaked. ”
“I am here darling, Shhh!”
” I want Mamma….”
“it’s me, shhhhhhh.”
She thought I was daddy, who just won’t do in these situations. So I tried to move up, only to feel an arm in the small of my back. I felt behind me. Mic, my 8 yr old.
“My froat hurts!” came bellowing across the king-size bed. That was Sassy.
“Is this #$%$$$#@@ normal?” I bemoaned to myself. I never remember sleeping in my parent’s bed, unless I had a raging fever, and was delirious. (excuse the bleeping, but sometimes there is no other form of expression. Especially at that time of day, when one’s thoughts have not quite formed)
When did my bed become a free for all? Why do I need five bedrooms? We could move into a one bedroom, and save a ton of money.
Needless to say, I have had a morning of miserable, moaning estrogen injected moods – including my own!
Now, I am certainly not in the mood for any “I told you so’s” or ” you have to walk them straight back to bed, the moment they come”.
I know all that. Theory and practice are two very different things.
Back to the star charts – I think. I let them slide a little. Maybe the girls need some incentive again.
Will keep you posted. Until then, any constructive advice would be good.