My last post was about what a great dad John is and, while that is still true, the gushing over my husband is starting to make my eyes roll. So today my John story is less about greatness and more about sabotage.
Sorry Honey.
I had yet to fall asleep when Clara woke up crying and wanting someone to “nuggle” with her. I got up to find Clara trying to leave her room, scooped her up and tucked her back into her bed.
She was not satisfied.
Clara explained that she wanted to sleep in my bed. I, disliking the idea of stolen pillows and tickley hair up my nose for the rest of the night, asked why. Well… She wanted to sleep in my bed because my blankets were better, and my pillows were nicer. Clara didn’t like her room that night and her bed was not “comfy!” Starting to be sorry I asked, I laid down next to her to snuggle and I pointed out how nice and comfortable her bed was. I showed her how soft her blankets were, and admired her new pillow case on her pillow. Clara, completely unconvinced, just hauled herself out of bed, picked up her water bottle and waded through a sea of stuffed animals as she headed out her door. By the time I caught up to her there she was explaining to John that she was coming to sleep with him because his bed was nicer. John responded, “Yeah, it is, isn’t it.” as he rolled over and fell back asleep.
Sabotage.
Having had all my arguments nullified by Johns one sleepy comment I looked down at Clara happily tucked under my down comforter with her head on my pillow and got a bit huffy. I decided that I would sleep in Clara’s bed, that way I wouldn’t have to fight for bed space or deal with anymore crying and I could just go to sleep.
So I did, and I discovered something.
Her blankets are not as nice as mine, her pillows are awful, and while I find her bed to be very comfy she has a ticking clock just above it that is truly terrible to sleep under.
Clara sleeping with different blankets in a rearranged room – still have to work on that pillow though!
Sorry Clara!
Behind the Willows 
Dang. Hate having to swallow my pride to a 3-year old!
Finally a story about the middle child. Poor Clara, so neglected, she doesn’t even have decent bedding because I’m sure the oldest and the youngest are just as cozy as can be. She’s probably running around in hand me down rags from Ivy and Jane gets all the new stuff. Poor middle child! Ha ha!
Sorry, but at night my mind works in only one way. It figures out the fastest path to getting back to bed and then executes that plan. That night, the fastest path was to agree with Clara, snuggle her up and fall back asleep….. No one was complaining when the fastest path was pick up screaming Jane, and fall asleep in the rocking chair with her. I try for consistency after all
I guess we need to listen to the little ones.
Awww… Now, she’ll get better blankets and pillows just so Mommy will get to keep her own. 😉
My 3 year-old boy also wants to sleep with us, especially since his baby brother gets to sleep with us more often than not. Ah…they do take up a lot of space though.
Yeah, they take up a lot of room, but not half of what Piper did. Between that and being bothered by the ticking of the clock, I don’t think Jessie is tired enough. If you want to be the Dad, learn to fall asleep under any circumstances.