Crazy, crazy day.* Twenty minutes from daycare/Matthew's work, Peach announces, "I have to go potty." She's been so perfect on the commutes that I gave up putting a diaper on her for the trips to/from work (even with commute traffic!) a while back. So we diverted to my office (closer: I drop them off and then backtrack) and she went there - disaster averted. Whew.
A few weeks back, I just gave up on putting Peach to bed in her room in her big girl bed. I'd had an easy to put down baby for a long time, then when night terrors started, it got a lot more complicated. Finally, bedtime become another toddler battleground. After Matthew's surgery, I didn't have the energy. She'd been waking up at 3 AM and ending up in our bed, anyway, so I figured, let's skip the battle and the nightly drama and just let her go to bed with us. (If Supernanny has a problem with it, she can kiss my hardcore commuting, working mother ass.)
And it worked. Suddenly there was no nighttime drama (other than choosing books and the occasional, hilarious talking in her sleep - last night it was "My bunny!"). As a side bonus, Peach is potty trained, better rested, and a lot easier to be around. The only downside (other than the occasional kick to Mama's kidneys) was that now I was competing for covers with two people instead of one. Yesterday we solved that issue by purchasing a king sized comforter/duvet for our queen sized bed, and it was awesome - almost like our bed had grown. Loved it.
So you can imagine, then, my surprise when tonight she announced she wanted to go to bed in her big girl bed. And climbed into it, demanded a few stuffed animals, her soymilk - and then promptly went to sleep....! I knew sleeping with mom and dad was going to be self limiting and just tonight told my mother on the phone that as independent as Peach is, I didn't expect it to last long. But seriously? 45 minutes after I said it?
Well. I'm not taking back the king sized comforter. I love that thing.
*I wish I could talk about work on my blog. My work is nuts: I represent victims of sex abuse, and occasionally it gets so crazy it's surreal. So do some of the clients. But alas, I can't talk about it.
wow- talk about amazing! She magically wants to sleep in her own bed?
I wish you could talk about work too, I have a feeling we would all learn alot!
Posted by: cee | November 10, 2009 at 11:53
Damn! We did the same thing with our 3 year old, and he'll be turning 5 next month and is STILL in our bed.
Posted by: Rayne of Terror | December 08, 2009 at 17:36