Nighttime is Parenting Time

Oh, the gentle calm when bedtime is finished and the kids are asleep.  For now.

And then, in the middle of my creative work, we hear running and crying upstairs.  This presents two choices: either I could go to bed NOW, curled up next to Cassatt (in my bed, of course), or Tom can go, calm him and put him back to bed.  We default to option two when I hear him calm down and continue my work.

Once I go to bed, I get about an hour child-free before Cassatt comes into our bed.  He is stealthy; I rarely awaken when he appears.  His brother, on the other hand, climbs over and wakes me several hours later.  It is close to morning when he comes in, but I am too groggy to walk him back to his room.  Tonight he tells me explicitly to get out of bed so he can have my spot. I refuse. After some negotiation, he walks to the other side of the bed to crowd Dad, who later goes to sleep on Picasso’s bed.

No parent is allowed to sleep in, and we are no exception. Cassatt is insistent that I get out of bed at 6:30 this morning, which is actually late for him.  After much insistence I finally get up.  This morning I cave and let him watch cartoons while I wake up and write.

One day, we will get an uninterrupted night’s sleep.  It may not be until 15 years from now, when they are out of the house.  For now, I will enjoy my little guys’ cuddles in the middle of the night.  Because, as with everything in parenting, this too shall pass.


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