You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you’ll find, you get what you need.
(Disclaimer: this is not a post about the Rolling Stones, but now I kinda wish it was.)
The last few nights we’ve been having issues with our oldest, Sienna. Sienna has always been (and really still is) a great sleeper; 10-12 hours at night and at least an hour and a half during the day. We’ve had weird issues with her (nightmares, sleep walking) but we’re pretty sure these stem from emotional and spiritual upheavals rather than a problem with her actual sleep. But the last four nights in a row she’s woken us up at least twice in the middle of the night.
It wouldn’t be that bad if she was waking us up for a legitimate reason like being afraid or being sick. But she just wakes me (and the baby) up and says, “I don’t want to sleep anymore. Can I go watch a movie or color in the living room?”
It’s really strange and frustrating, but she’s generally been pretty good about going back to sleep. Last night, however, she woke up at 4 am. The Ogre put her back to bed. Then she woke up at 5 am. I put her back to bed. Then she came back into the room at 5:22 right after I had gotten the cranky baby back to sleep, and promptly woke me (and him) up again. The first two times she woke up she said she just didn’t want to sleep. This time, I didn’t even wait for an excuse. I yelled (in a whisper) that this was inexcusable and she was NOT ALLOWED to get out of bed again, EVER! Then I rolled out of bed and grabbed her elbow (not gently) and marched her back to her bedroom, where I let her climb in bed herself and refused to even light her candle for her. I was mad. And mean.
I finally fell into an uneasy sleep around 6:30, after having shut off the alarm twice, only to be awoken about ten minutes later by Sienna throwing up on me.
Sometimes the universe is so perfectly just.