Bedtime

As I wake this morning, my body feels as though it's in the aftermath of a severe workout. That must be it, right? I worked out so hard I'm feeling the impact? Not hardly. My body is sore from the so-called "sleeping arrangements" around this house. For a while, I felt unnormal, but talking to some friends I find that they have some of the same issues. In one night (last night in particular), I slept in Camden's bed, the recliner, my bed, and finally ended up on the couch. Now, I have never claimed to do the right thing in the sending the kids to bed situation. Camden slept with us from the time he was a baby. I was determined to not do that with Alyse...I was good for the first 4 months. She slept in the bassinet. She outgrew it and there was just no way I could make sure she was breathing 400 times a night from my room to hers. So she moved in the bed too. Camden had moved out just in time. For the first little bit, we had to lay down with him in his bed to get him to sleep. Which usually meant one of us slept in there half the night. Then he started falling asleep on his own, which was great. Now 2 years later, we are back to him waking up in the middle of the night and trying to get in our bed. Sometimes I let him, which means we are all four in a QUEEN sized bed....not good. Seriously, if you looked at the space I sometimes have to sleep on, you would think some waif of a model had been laying there. If there were no mirrors, I would think I was super skinny just by looking at the space where I sleep. When I get out of the bed most days, I feel like a 90 year old woman trying to rise. Have you ever seen the movie UP? When the old man gets out of the bed, he has to crack his body back into place. If only it were that simple. After waking up this morning on the couch (which has seen better days) with Alyse, I am vowing to myself to get this bedtime situation under control once and for all. If I start now, by the time the kids are teenagers they will be sleeping by themselves, right?