I Understand a Tiny Bit of Where You Bed-Sharing Parents are Coming From

Before I get started let me just say that I never NEVER allowed my babies in my bed. I was super strict about that. Even when they were right next to me for easy access nursing purposes, they were in a portable crib in my room.

But never in bed.

Never.

NEVER I SAY!

So... when your kids get to that age where they can snuggle and tell you how much they love you and let you catch a few zzzzz's... apparently that's when you get lazy.

And they smell that weakness.

Oh do they smell it.

We are like, sleep training right now? HOW. How in the heckity heck did this happen to US? Our babies have been sleeping through the night since they were 2 months old. (In their own beds I might brag) So what is going on?

I'll tell you what's going on. Momma's gotten lazy. Then Daddy was working nights for ten weeks. Somewhere in the middle of that I was doing a 30 day blogging challenge (read: staying up too late) and oh then we got slammed with sickness in November that we all passed back and forth for the whole freaking month before they were well enough to go back to school.

And what did we do most of that time?

Cut parenting corners, that's what.

We stayed in our pajamas for daaaaaays. We stayed in Momma's bed till 9am... breakfast turned into brunch most days. We somehow ended up in Momma's bed at 2am... without her noticing, since she had only gone to bed at 1am. And sometimes I'd kick them back to their room but most times I didn't.

So you know what's coming.

Now she-who-will-not-be-named is refusing to settle down to sleep at night. I'm suspicious that she's just waiting to hear me come upstairs so she can come get under the down covers and take advantage of my flannel sheets.

She-who-will-not-be-named is also coming into my room upwards of five times FIVE TIMES a night and when I tell her she needs to go back into her own bed you would think I just bought her a puppy and ripped it's head off right in front of her. Sorry. That was gross. But seriously that's the kind of heart-wrenching crying we're talking about here. It's intense. It happens at 3:30am. And again at 5am. And it takes everything in me not to cave.

I'm going to lose my mind.

#dontcave #dontcave #dontcave

I mean, she can't sleep in our bed! When will we ever have sex? (Seriously that's always been my biggest argument against bed-sharing.)

Oh but now I have a new one cause come to find out when she-who-will-not-be-named comes into my bed she turns into a magnet of sorts and it leads to a not-very-restful sleep for whichever parent she's stuck to for the night. (Usually me but sometimes J, too. Neither of us think it's awesome.)

And that magnetism also happens when the other-one somehow wakes up and realizes she-who-will-not-be-named is MIA and comes to investigate.

TWO kid-magnets all up in my sleeping space! GET OUT you adorable MONSTERS!!!

I toss and turn way too much to have two kids on the same pillow as me.

Not to brag, but we have a california king bed. And no. No it is NOT big enough for four people. Not even three.

Two. Two ADULTS sleep in this bed kids, got it?

And I swear I will stay strong for at least a week of your nighttime crying, even if it's ripping tiny holes in my heart every time I hear it at 2am, 4:30am, and wait, I stop caring at 6:15am... then I'm just getting pissed.

Moms of preschoolers who DIDN'T ever share your bed, has this ever happened to you? What do I do?

Moms of preschoolers who do share your bed, I'm sorry for ever judging you. Shame on me, cause that whole crying like a puppy just died at 2am is no joke. And I have definitely caved more than I care to admit!

Be strong everyone.