(If I had a dollar for every entry I’ve started like this the last 10 years I’d be rich.)
Let me remind you of MY issues first. I sleep in one of the kid’s rooms several nights a week because D needs a TV to fall asleep and I can’t go to sleep with one on. We find our marriage is happier if we sleep in separate rooms on the nights he does not fall asleep before me. DON’T JUDGE US.
Anyway – It started with Wes periodically ending up sleeping in Nikki’s bed. On the nights I wasn’t in there? It was kinda cute. On the nights I was? I was too sleepy to care when he stumbled in there in the middle of the night.
When I finally talked to him about it, he said it was because he got scared.
This is my weakness. FEAR. I slept on the floor of my Dad’s bedroom regularly for quite awhile because I knew that one night someone was going to come chop him up in his sleep.
But even when I wasn’t on the floor of his room, I was a very fearful sleeper. Noises, shadows, creaks…I have very vivid memories of being TERRIFIED at night. And I didn’t always feel comfortable admitting this to my Dad because I was very embarrassed.
My point? When Wes told me he was scared? I could VERY easily empathize with him.
So – we decided that he should sleep on the floor on Nikki’s room so as not to interrupt her (or my) sleep. And that worked okay for a little while. But then one night – I was tired and he was whiney – and I let him get in bed with us.
I JUST WANTED SLEEP. Most of my worst parenting decisions are made due to a lack of sleep.
And now? Last night? I was sleeping in Wes’s room and Nikki ended up on the floor of his room scared.
Basically? Both of my kids are too scared to make it through one night asleep in their own beds…alone. Wes already sleeps with a light on. They will end up in each other’s rooms no matter where I am either, as some mornings when I wake them up they’re in the same room regardless of where I am.
And because my memories of being scared are so VIVID as a kid, I really have no desire to do anything but to fullfill their every request. So basically? No need for advice over here! I’m totally giving in to their every whim at the sacrifice of my own sleep and well-being!
All because the refrigerator in my childhood home made scary noises when I was growing up, and I sometimes still have nightmares about it.
And that will be Chapter #2 of my forthcoming parenting book.
(Chapter #1 is entitled: That fine like between comforting for your child when they’re sad, and telling them to “Quit whining and get the hell over it already.”)