This time, the sleep problem is all mine
And now we're back to bedtime bedlam, due to a combination of wimpiness and stupidity on my part.
Don't you love it when you make your own misery?
Thanks to an evil Mommy trick when daylight savings time ended -- I simply "forgot" to tell them that though it was dark, it actually was an hour earlier -- the guys were heading for bed at the appointed time, no international peace-keeping force required. They were waking cheerfully the next morning, and Big Guy was making it out the door for school without grumbling.
I vowed to keep them on schedule when Big Guy went on vacation at Thanksgiving. It took me less than a day to blow it.
"Can we sleep on the blue bed tonight? Tomorrow's a holiday and there's no school," Big Guy asked. Roughly 3.6 seconds of begging later, I gave in to his request for an extra day of sofa-bed slumber party, even though it's supposed to be a weekend thing.
That was the end of me. It took until the following Monday to get them back into their beds.
Correction: To get them back into Boots' bedroom, because Big Guy hasn't slept in his room for a year and a half. They've abandoned Boots' bed as well, sleeping on the floor after complaining that the twin model is too tiny for the both of them. Funny, though, when I check on them before calling it a night, they're smooshemed against each other anyway. It's almost as if they'd picked something to gripe about just for the glory of griping.
In less than two weeks, they've managed to inch "go to the carpet" time up an hour and add 30 minutes of chatter as well. Plus 15 minutes of pleas for more water and extra blankets that they'll kick off five minutes later.
Yep. Close to two hours of chaos I wasn't dealing with this time last month, all because I'm a wimp.
We've goofed up Boots' nap as well. He knew the old drill: Pick up Big Guy, eat lunch, "take a rest." But with no pickup and lunch a free-floating concept, he's lost. He'll nod off on the couch around 5 -- I swear he sleeps with his eyes partly open to try to trick me -- and I have to wake him up lest he party until 1 a.m.
A certain degree of wimpiness is justified. It is Big Guy's school vacation after all, and I remember lazy days of later bed times and sleeping in when I was a kid. That all seemed to fit with the longer days of summer. But he's on vacation in December, and it's weird.
Plus, in a bit more than a month, he'll be back to school and my daylight savings time bedtime reset will have been blown.
My only option might be waking them up at 6 the morning before Big Guy goes back to school so they'll settle at a decent hour that night.
Except that would involve me getting up at 6, too. Anyone have a better strategy?
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