Who needs a bed?
These last few weeks have been a sleeping nightmare. The Boy absolutely refuses to go to sleep. Even with a routine and shameless bribing, the kid will not fall asleep without mommy or daddy. He won't stay in his bed/room. He has a big boy bed in a new room, but he would rather sneak out and lay on the floor by mommy's bed. The other night he came in our room in the middle of the night and I, my resolution to be "strict" forgotten at 2:00am, just plopped him in our bed. He immediately slid off and went and laid on the floor by my side, sans pillow or blanket. Weird. So the next night, I was ready to be strict, mostly because I am selfish and don't like to spend hours holding my toddler's hand while he thinks about going to sleep. There are books to read, trashy T.V. to watch and quilting to get done, let alone the pure joy of sleep. So, we put jammies on, brushed teeth (with three different toothbrushes, I know, weird right?), read stories, said prayers, and sang songs. Then I told him to stay in his room and go to bed. If he came out I would shut the door. He hates having the door shut. And I left. He came out two times and I just took him back and repeated the deal. Then it was quiet. No pit-pattering of little feet, no reciting of the alphabet, no little voice saying "Mommy, where are you?", just quiet. So, I tip-toed down the hall, he was still in his room and almost asleep on the floor, so I bribed him with an ice cream cone (please don't judge, I am desperate) if he would stay in his room and go to sleep. 20 minutes later this is what I found.
Maybe he is trying out how it feels to be homeless,
or maybe he just really hates his bed.
And maybe a ripped apart diaper box really is the way to go.
When I was a little kid at the Bull Sale I used to sit right where The Boy is and play in the sawdust with big plastic cups.
