Maya's latest trick is rolling from her back to her belly. She is enthralled with this new skill to such an extent that she will do it each and every time you lay her down. Literally within seconds. The flaw with her plan, however, is that she hates being on her belly. She loves the journey, but hates the destination. Once she's over on her tummy you can almost read her thoughts... "Okay now what the hell do I do?" Since she's not capable of verbalizing her frustrations with words she yells, screams and/or cries until you roll her back over. Repeat as necessary.
It wasn't too bad when she was doing this while playing on the floor, but in the last few nights she's been doing it in her sleep. About every 30 to 60 minutes. Last night I wore a hole in the hall floor making my way back and forth to her bedroom to save her from the horror of being on her tummy. By 4 in the morning I'd had it so I brought her in bed with us and not long afte that she was followed by her sister. We don't have the bed for these kind of shenanigans. It's only a queen and we were trying to squeeze a king sized family into it. Abby tried everything she could to make some space for herself in the bed to no avail. For a while she actually laid on top of me before deciding she'd rather sleep in our closet.
Now I know a lot of people believe in the whole family bed/co-sleeping thing, but it's so not me. I want my kids in their own beds. I want to be able to sleep without a little person kicking me in the side, hogging all the pillows/blankets/mattress, without my ass or any other appendages hanging over the edge. I want to sleep in bed. Not kind of doze because I'm afraid of what the kid(s) will do. Each and every night I say a little prayer that tonight. Tonight. Will be the night everyone stays in their own bed until morning. Maybe tonight? I remain hopeful.
At this time I'd like to formally apologize to my mother for every night I snuck into bed with her because it really sucks!
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