I’ve been here at my mom’s house with the kids for close to two weeks, now. It’s been super helpful, fun in some ways, stressful in others. But one of the things that is proving most stressful for me right now is the sleeping arrangements.
My mom has a lovely 3-bedroom house, but due to the layout and other logistical factors, we’re really only in two of the bedrooms. Mom put the two cribs in her room, since that’s where they fit, and moved herself into the guest room. That leaves me sharing a room with my two 16-month-olds.
It’s always hard to be away from your own house, your space, your usual tricks and tools. No room darkening shades, no good source of white noise. And, seriously, I’m just not used to sharing a room with my kids.
For one thing, it’s not quite as restful to feel like you have to creep around so quietly. Hold my breath as I tiptoe to the bathroom in the dark, lie completely still in my mom’s inexplicably squeaky bed. At first, since it’s a relatively tall bed, I tried to hide myself from the kids’ view with pillows and a big pile of blankets. But within 2-3 days, they had figured out that I was the lump on the bed. And this, much to my dismay, has led to earlier morning waking. No!!
[See, Mommy, Esq, don’t feel bad writing about sleep! It gets way better than the newborn days, but it’s always a precious commodity…]
I had been lucky, over the last few months the kids have started waking closer to 7 or even 7:30 on the most awesome days. Sometimes they wake up earlier, but they’ll chit-chat with each other, lie back down and be quiet or doze off, wake up again. It’s nice and gradual, and allows me to wake up gently, go downstairs before they’re up, check email and pour cups of milk, etc. It has gotten good, and I’ve gotten spoiled.
Well, now that they’ve realized I’m there… there’s nothing gradual about it. They both wake up and stand in the crib, facing me (I’m still hiding under the blankets). Rebecca will giggle, but that will quickly turn to screaming if I don’t acknowledge her quickly enough. Daniel just starts saying “hiii-eeee” loudly and repeatedly, sometimes with a “maaah-mee” (mommy) thrown in for good measure. They think it’s hilarious when I finally sit up and say hello. It’s cute and all… but it’s dark! 6:15! No, no, no!
I can’t get up on my own terms, or even close to it. I can’t get up at all, unless I’m ready for the kids to get up, too. If I wake up at 5:30 and have to pee, forget it. I’m not going to risk waking them up with that squeaky bed.
It has been wonderful of my mom to have us here and help so much while I’m limping around. But, truthfully, I can’t wait until later this week when we move over to my dad’s house. Oh, I have never appreciated having my own room so much!