Houston, we have a touchdown. It has been one week and three nights since we moved them into the same bed. And look at them, peaceful angels in their pink fluffy bed and pink fluffy pajamas (with yellow walls, always with yellow walls). Not shown, today’s project of ‘window mistreatment’ ala Nesting Place, made with coordinating sheet and thumbtacks.
But this peace is not easily won.
Prospective challenge number 1: Amelie might find her new found freedom outside of the restraining bars of the crib a little too …enticing. Headlines would read: “Amelie the Adventurer Wreaks Havoc while Parents Slumber Unawares”.
Prospective challenge number 2: The deliciousness of having a playmate within reach (read: if I bounce on the bed, it will bounce the person beside me too) would be too …enticing… and sleepy children would turn into WILD THINGS instead of slumbering angels.
Theory 1: If we would teach and enforce the lying still of small bodies from the very first night, with a gradual parental retreat, they would learn to go to sleep properly and quietly without constant supervision. Within a week or two.
Enter: Reality. Reality in this case being a number of late nights, vaccinations, and general upheaval.
I think it was Tuesday that between nap and bedtime I spent THREE AND A HALF (this would be the place I would put an expletive) HOURS sitting in their room, overseeing the sleep process. Shushing. Singing. Shushing. Spanking. Laying. Shushing. Lecturing. Etc. Etc. Etc. Ad infinitum. Ad pukum. Ad screamum.
Situations like that really have a way of pushing me to the edge. And then over the edge. And then over another edge. And then over another edge. And then…
So when Devo got home late Tuesday night (only 15 minutes after the last child succumbed to exhaustion), I said, “I’ve had enough”. Or maybe I said, “I can’t take this anymore.” Or maybe I was just gibbering like a wild-eyed idiot.
Whatever it was, he understood, having had his equal (in length and in frustration) share of bedtime managing.
Theory 2: If we cut out naps, they will be very tired when bedtime comes and go to sleep in a timely fashion. (Rather than being full of energy until 9:30pm).
So yesterday they did not have naps. (Well, Amelie DID fall asleep on our early evening walk. After a great deal of persuasion and finally bribery, we managed to wake her back up again.)
But they fell asleep within 45 minutes. A recent record. (And, they didn’t wake up until almost 7:30 this morning. Another recent record.)
And no naps today meant that by the time I got home from yoga at 7:30 this evening, Amelie was sleeping and Lia went to sleep shortly thereafter with no squabbles.
Problem: It has now become dangerous to do anything static and sedentary beyond 3:30pm. Car rides can ruin the whole shebang. Walks are obviously out of the question. And Mommy is so tired at that time of day… This requires some thought and rearrangement of daily activities.
Problem: There goes Mommy’s mid-day R&R, necessary for sprinting to the finish. Unless, of course, Devo is at home. But he can’t always be at home during (Mommy’s) naptime.
Problem: Tomorrow night we have Youthful Small Groups (it’s ‘make your own quesadilla’ night). Do we maintain the nap lack and hope that they will be worn out enough to sleep inspite of the riotous noise? Or do we nap?
To nap or not to nap, that is the question.
I think Mommy needs a nap, regardless.