Last night CootieBoy wanted to sleep in CootieGirl’s room with her, so we tried that option out for an hour or so. It just led to giggling and jumping on the bed and no sleep for either of them, so we put CootieBoy back in his room (he wasn’t happy about that, having been teased with the idea of sleeping in his sister’s big bed).
We made bets as to how long he’d stay in his room.
“I say 12:15 a.m.” said Denis.
“12:52 a.m.,” I responded, feeling optimistic.
5:30 a.m.! He slept until 5:30 a.m.! Of course he woke up crying, which woke his sister, and then they BOTH demanded to sleep with us in our bed. Talk about uncomfortable. CootieGirl insisted on bringing in her super-sized heart pillow as well as 3-4 of her favorite toys. CootieBoy insisted on molding himself onto Denis’ back and after an hour Denis gave up and went into CootieGirl’s room to sleep since the bed was open. This led CootieGirl to eventually get up and see where he was and she never returned. Denis eventually came back in to start getting ready for his day since he had morning meetings to attend.
My neck hurts. My back hurts. NO MORE KIDS IN THE BED! From now on, if CootieBoy gets up anytime after 5:30 a.m., that’s it – I’m just going to get up for the day. It has to be less painful.
When my brother and I were little we shared a room too. When I was six and he was eight we were old enough to separate so I moved into the guest room. To help me feel more comfortable my mother bought us walkie talkies so we could still talk to each other. In theory this is a great ides, but big brothers are big brothers and so instead of being comforting he told me ghost stories. The transition did not go smoothly after that.
*lol* Monkee – sorry to hear about the walkie-talkies! Fortunately my kids are too young to play with those things, and it’s just a matter of getting our son (2 1/2 years old) comfortable with the idea of being alone in his room.