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Like Sleeping With a Feral Cat

Posted by: Maggie

Right now we’re preparing the house and Eleanor for a visit from Josh’s best friend Brian. Brian is our smartest and funniest friend. He’s a college History professor in Texas, and for the next week he’ll be staying with us. Because we live in a smallish apartment and do not have a guest room, he’ll be staying in Eleanor’s room which I’m going to make all cozy like with a big air mattress. Eleanor will be sleeping with us, which should be fine, right?

We have a giant King size bed and we’re all pretty small people. I could lose twenty or so pounds, but I’m still not that wide and Josh and Eleanor are as thin as can be, so there should be plenty of room. Well, not when you’re sleeping with Eleanor. We’ve been prepping her the last couple of nights to see if she’ll go to bed in our room all by herself so that we don’t have to go to bed at 8pm while Brian is visiting. She’s been doing okay going to bed, not great, but okay. Except for the actual sleeping part.

She’s this tiny person in the middle of a huge bed with plenty of room for the three of us, and yet she manages to knee, elbow, kick, headbutt, throw her arms or legs on top of both of us throughout the night. I don’t understand it at all. Every other night she sleeps in a toddler bed that is just a little bigger than she is. There is no way that there is room for all this thrashing about in her bed, yet when she’s with us she’s all over the place.

Of course this means less than great nights of sleep for us, but it’s okay. We’re willing to sacrifice for Brian! We wish he would stay longer! Really we wish he would move in and entertain us everyday. Can’t wait for him to get here!

Bedtime Troubles Strike Again

Posted by: Maggie

We’re, once again, having some sleeping issues in the Keegan Gross house. Thankfully, once she’s in bed she sleeps through the night. But at bedtime, Eleanor just doesn’t want to go to sleep. We put her in bed between 8 and 8:30pm and then proceed to walk her back to bed until she stays there, which can be from 30 minutes to 2 hours. This happens most nights. Ever 15 minutes or so it’s something new, I need some milk, I have an itch, I’m hungry, I want Mama to sing me a song. And we do as the books say, we just walk her back to bed without discussion, over and over and over again.

Before we moved apartments we had turned her door handle around so that we could lock it from the outside to avoid the hours of walking her back to bed. We didn’t do it ever night, just after at lease 45 minutes of walking her back to bed and after warning her of the consequence of getting up again. This of course made her angry, and led to controversy among my family, who think it’s abusive to lock her in her room.

Some of you may feel the same way, but I’ve read many an article from parenting experts and doctors all which suggest locking the door or putting up a gate. I don’t see the difference between the two except with a gate she will have light coming into her room and can hear the tv on or Josh and I talking which doesn’t seem conducive to sleep. I honestly don’t see the problem with making her stay in her room until she falls asleep. I understand that people have concerns about the door being locked during the night because she couldn’t get to us if she had a nightmare or was feeling sick. But we check on her and unlock the door before we go to bed. I really don’t see the big deal, it’s her bedroom filled with books and toys, not a tiny cage lined with newspaper.

From reading the parenting forums and asking around, the bedtime problem seems extremely common at her age and no one seems to have a good solution.

What do you think? Is it wrong to lock her door at night? Got any secrets to get a very determined three year old to stay in bed? Do you think it’s just a three year old thing and she’ll grow out of it? I think that’s the way I’m leaning.

What is Going On Around Here?!

Posted by: Maggie

I know guys. I know. I owe you a post. I owe you a bunch of posts. But I am so exhausted this week that I just haven’t been able to get it together to actually sit and concentrate and write one. It’s been hard enough to work and take care of Eleanor and go to Pilates and go to my Assistance League meeting and act like a normal human being rather than a Zombie.

Here’s what is going on: The great bedtime battle continues. Night after night after night after night. Put Eleanor to bed. Eleanor gets up. Walk her back to bed. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Occasionally we notice that the light is on in her room long after we thought she had fallen asleep. Upon entering we find the scenes that you may remember from last week:

And it’s not just bedtime that’s the issue. Our formerly excellent 7:30pm-to-7:30am sleeper is having all sorts of issues. She wakes up in the middle of the night. Every night. She occasionally cries in her room, but most nights she gets up and walks into our room. Thankfully for me, and unfortunately for Josh, he sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door. So although we are both awakened, Josh is the one that walks her back to bed.

And it gets better. Even though she’s going to bed late and waking in the middle of the night, she wakes up at 5 or 6am! Most mornings she gets up while I’m showering, just after Josh has left. She staggers into the bathroom rubbing her eyes and saying “it’s too bright!” Then occasionally she turns the lights out and I get to finish showering in the dark. I then get to rush through my shower and try to occupy her while I get dressed, put my makeup on, blow dry my hair and eat my breakfast.  I end up giving her breakfast and sticking her in front of the tv with Finding Nemo, Toy Story or Monsters, Inc. on until I’m ready to get her dressed and ready. Not my best parenting. But honestly I don’t know what else to do with her. She’s tired. I’m tired.

I am really missing that hour and half of toddler free morning time. I am not great in the mornings until I’ve had my shower and breakfast and coffee. I need my wake up time.

We have no idea what’s going on or how to fix it. But it’s making us all crazy and very cranky! Josh and I feel like we have a newborn again. Not so much fun.

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