The little man has been very tough to get down at night lately. It’s making me a little batty. Now I’m pretty used to him ending up in my bed at some point in the middle of the night. We had a miraculous event last week where he actually spent the entire night in his own bed. Whoo hoo! I almost called the local newspaper to report the monumental occasion.
Monday night when I put the boys to bed he cried and cried. “I want mommy’s bed.” Well that wasn’t going to happen. So he cried, and cried some more. I eventually laid in his bed for a little while…falling asleep myself. Oops. So last night it was the same little tantrum. I gave him a VERY stern “No!” and left the room. He of course cried. Tough love.
I went downstairs and started cleaning the kitchen. Suddenly the crying stopped. VICTORY I cheered. I uncorked the wine, poured myself a glass, and went to my room to get some comfy clothes. To my surprise my bed was not empty. There in the big bed was a tiny, sleeping, little Finnegan and one of the dogs. The little bugger stopped his crying and took what he wanted…my bed! A covert operation to get his way, and he was stealth. I never even heard the pitter-patter of little feet passing the kitchen doorway. I didn’t even have the heart to remove the little stinker, he looked so peaceful. But I’ll tell you one thing…tonight it’s on. I’m thinking motion-sensor cameras…or just guarding his bedroom door.