…in the Bedroom!
No, this blog post is not a fortune cookie.
Rather, it is the story of why I haven’t blogged for a week.
Last Friday we decided it was finally time to move the children out of the living room and into our bedroom.
Pros: we can both go to bed at the same time.
Cons: we both get woken up at the same time. Every time.
Some nights have been better than others; Night Three went off without a hitch!
Then there was last night.
Every two hours was one of them (never both at once) enlisting us with a new set of demands, which required a range of interpretation on our part because all we heard was “WrRaRAAArAAA!!!”
*I don’t purport to be a safety expert, so please don’t take my opinions as evidence of what you should or should not do with your child.
Thankfully, we are allowed the Baby Merlin’s Magic Sleepsuit, arguably the greatest named child’s outfit ever.
Unfortunately, we only have ONE Baby Merlin’s Magic Sleepsuit.
Adapting to this change was difficult at first. I had actually gotten used to our system: my wife going to bed early, my staying up late to feed, and then her relieving me around 1 AM.
I felt some guilt the first night as my wife bore the brunt of their furtive sleep, since she was on the side nearest the crib.
The best thing about our relationship is that we don’t hold on to moments like that as currency. The next day, rather than use her sacrifice against me, my carried on as usual with what needed to be done.
Which, in turn, made me step up my game even more in order to honor her duty.
Honoring her, we got thru the next day, the next night, every night since, & guess what? We’ll get thru tonight too.
The funny thing about change is, we adapt or die. I chose the former.
A week later, it hardly feels like change at all, just the new normal.
Now we just need to figure out what to do about the dog…
What were some of the toughest adjustments you had to make to your routine as your kids developed?