My nightly boomerang

After nearly four years of sleep deprivation I am happy to report that my littlest is edging towards uninterrupted slumber.

I have been waiting for this moment for... well for 4 years.

You see, when I became pregnant with my biggest I instantly couldn't sleep anymore.

I would be awake for hours on end in the night, only to start feeling sleepy when it was time to get up for work.

I was miserable.

My biggest bundle of joy didn't start sleeping through the night until he was 16 months old.

Ironically it was the exact date that I found out that I was pregnant with him.

I was already two weeks pregnant with baby J and had completely resigned myself that I was never to sleep again.

Gone were sacred Sundays spent on the couch, in PJ's, watching Nascar with hubs.

Gone were the days where I would wake from my nightly slumber, eat breakfast and go right back to bed.

Oh naps,  how I have missed you.

Now naps entail either sleeping with one of them or both of them. 

Nice but not quite the same as the pre kid nap.

Now one of them so much as sighs in their sleep,  and my spidey senses tingle and I shoot out of bed.

I'm pretty sure I haven't had REM sleep in years.

Which is why I am pretty darned happy about J reaching this milestone.

Or I was.

Until SOMEONE rained on my parade.

SOMEONE has decide that he now needs extra attention in the night, even though SOMEONE has been sleeping through the night for 2 years.

SOMEONE will not go to sleep at night anymore unless he has had a proper cuddle with Mommy and Daddy, In our bed, with all of his lovies, and his water cup.

SOMEONE has superior delay tactics that entail bathroom trips, whereby there is actual tinkle...hard to disregard that one since we just finished training.

SOMEONE 'S favorite tactic is running back and forth between his room and our room, laying in bed with us until he is tired, then makes his way back to where he started.

A boomerang if you will.

This boomerang child will go back and forth some 5 times.

Sometimes each interval lasts 20 minutes.

Sometimes he isn't getting to bed until 10pm...way too late.

Sometimes I want to lock him up in his room with the door knob thingies that I used to used but removed because I love a good cuddle.

IN.  THE.  MORNING.

I'm pooped.

I need my sleep.

He needs his sleep.

Never have I looked more forward to daylight savings to try and trick his internal clock into going to bed sooner.

That boomerang needs to find his way back into his bed...at 7:30.

Just like the good ole days.

So I can enjoy some ZZZZZZZZZ's

Nighty Night.