Alright, I mean it this time. That little boy of mine is going to quite climbing in my bed in the middle of the night. My eyes are baggy and saggy as is my personality. The trouble with ending the midnight forced snuggle, is that it takes me getting out of bed and parenting in the middle of the night, or more accurately, the obscenely early morning. Lucy did this same thing, around the same age. She would paddle on in betwixt 3 and 4 o’clock in the morn. Mole eyed at my bedside with cold tootsies, looking for a kidney to kick.
With Lucy all it took was a few or 6 nights of me taking by her little hand and putting her back in bed. A few rounds of Twinkle Twinkle and she would sleep the rest of the morning away. I presume Tennessee will be the same story; but actually doing that, walking around on the cold, cold floor when I am so, so tired, that is the tricky bit. That is what has kept the current situation current. But I have officially had it. Maybe I will sleep in my socks tonight.
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