Earlier this week I'd had enough.
I told Beaver that, after two and a half months, I would go back to sleeping in my own bed. He wasn't happy, but a kind of compromise was reached that he could sleep with Charlie the bird in his room. For a few nights he went to bed ok, although as soon as he would wake up in the night, generally between 12 and 2, he'd come over and end up sleeping the rest of the night on the sofa.
Last night I said:
- No more sleeping on the sofa. You want to be a big boy, you sleep in your bed like a big boy.
Big boy said:
He didn't like that.
So we got him to sit on the living room coffee table. Not in the comfy chair or on the sofa. No, sitting in the most uncomfortable spot. He still listens and stayed there. While we were lying in the bed, waiting for him to fall off the table asleep. And waited.
Let me just say my son is more stubborn than me.
At about two o'clock in the night, I couldn't take it any more and ended up a blubbering heap sitting on the kitchen floor bawling my eyes out. I have to admit, I am exhausted, and I am at my wits end. All I can conclude is that I am not very good at this parenting business. Bummer it's too late for a career change. Hubby heard me of course and coaxed me back to bed with a stack of tissues.
Back to the waiting.
At 3:18 Beaver came into our bedroom.
- I am ready to go to my bed now Daddy.
So hubby took him. And we all went to sleep. Until 6:30 that morning, when Beaver was up again, bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to start the day.