I’m calling it. I reckon it has been a year since our youngest has been sleeping badly. Actually, since we have all been sleeping badly. It’s funny how a year just comes up on you doesn’t it?
You see the thing was, she started sleeping badly which over the space of a few months became really badly with her sleep apnoea creeping in which woke her every few hours and stopped her from breathing. Then it was on the downhill slope to Christmas which we knew would be a disruption with a few weeks of holidays so we just rode it out. Then we saw her ENT and had the surgery planned for her tonsils and adenoids and things were disrupted until she got better. And then she got better and just started coming and sleeping in bed with us every night and because we were so exhausted, we just went with the flow to catch up on some quality sleep.
And now here we are.
Each and every night Harper pops off to sleep in the bottom bunk of her sister’s room. There is no fuss, no problems, and within 5 or 10 mins they are both sleeping soundly. LIKE IT SHOULD BE. It’s the 3-4 hours later that the little possum jumps out of bed, runs down to our room and wedges herself between the warmth of her Mum and Dad. And then proceeds to kick the shit out of us and sleep sideways until the morning when she wakes up, bright as a button, ready to start the day! While Rob and I utter profanities under our breath while we stretch and shuffle our way down to the coffee machine.
Some nights Rob just gives up, and sleeps in the spare room so everyone can get some sleep. And that’s great, except that it’s so NOT, because last time I checked married people slept in the same bed together. I remember fondly, those years, where Rob and I would snuggle up in bed together, perhaps even have sex, and then sleep until the morning woke us. THE MORNING. Remember them? No, me either.
I know what needs to happen. It’s time to pull out the tough cop routine. Again. For the 38, 567th time. I need to put her back into bed when she comes in. And then put her back again. And then again. But I want to sleep (badly) instead.
I know she will cry, and wake her sister, and then EVERYONE will be up and cranky and AWAKE in the middle of the night, so I choose (bad) sleep instead.
I know I could make a bed on the floor for her, telling her to sleep there if she wants to come into our room. But it’s cold, really cold, and I feel guilty, so I choose (bad) sleep again.
But I know that she won’t do this forever. That her sister, the worst sleeper on the planet now sleeps soundly in her own bed for 12 hours a night so it may just happen again with Harper right?
Have you ever been too lazy to change bad habits?