What is the DEAL with my kids? Every single night someone falls out of their bed. I swear for the life of me I cannot remember this ever being a problem for me or my sister when we were young. I might have fallen out of the bed a few times, but every night? Maybe my mom would remember more about that, but I know for a fact that I wasn’t 8 years old and unable to keep my body on a twin bed for the duration of the night.
Alex, A.J. and Aislynn always fall out of their beds at night. Sometimes Avery does, too. I am so tired of being jolted awake by a loud THUMP. Tonight it was A.J.
I’ve had IT. They are all sleeping on the floor until they are older. No more beds for the younger ones. I’ll just make them a nice little floor bed of blankets and pillows and they can sleep NEXT to their beds. This is just ridiculous. The older three never had a problem with sleeping in beds. I can’t even remember a time when they fell out of bed (Tony, Audriana or Afton) Am I doing something wrong with my younger five?? Man, you would think I’m doing something wrong. I mean it, every night someone — or sometimes more than one — falls OUT of the bed!
I never get a solid’s night rest — NEVER. For starters, someone always falls out of bed. ALWAYS. And so then I have to go in their room, comfort the half-asleep child, put them back into bed…then go back to my room and try to sleep again. Only to be woken up by a child coming into my room to use the bathroom (their bathroom toilet isn’t working correctly so we don’t’ use it) Then after that child leaves I will try to go back to sleep, only to be woken up again by Andrew crying (who is in a crib in our room) and then I go to him, take him to my bed and nurse him for a bit, then put him BACK into his crib so that he doesn’t fall out of our bed (when Rich is home and in bed with me then I let Andrew sleep inbetween us) Once he’s back to sleep, I go back to sleep…only to be woken up by either A.J. or Aislynn who comes in crying, telling me that they wet the bed. I’ll get the child cleaned up and back to bed…I’ll go back to sleep….only to be woken up by the first child who climbs up into my bed to sleep. Most of the time that is Afton, who is 12 but still comes into my bed to sleep probably 3 times out of the week. Then I’ll go back to sleep…only to wake up yet again when someone falls out of their bed. Or wets the bed. Or has a bad dream. And then of course Andrew cries again and I go to him, put him back to sleep. Then the next kid will find their way into my room (usually Aislynn or Avery….sometimes both.) I’ll see that my bed is too crowded and I’ll just give up and go lay on our little love seat that’s in our master bedroom’s tv room (where Andrew’s crib is) and then Andrew will wake up, see me there, and will cry until I get him out. I take him out and lay him next to me on the love seat, and THAT is where I end up getting most of my sleep hours, on that little tiny couch with my feet hanging over the edge and Andrew laying on me nursing all night long.
You’d think that I’d get tired of all this craziness at night, in the middle of the night, and in the wee hours of the morning, but I guess I’m used to it. And I know that this will not always be the way it is. Sooner than I know it, my “baby” will be a 12 year old or a 15 year old, and there will be no more little ones waking me up, coming in my bed, wetting the bed or falling out of the bed. And believe it or not, I really think when that day comes I will miss these days of no sleep. So….I’m not really complaining. Just venting. I believe there’s a huge difference between complaining and venting. Complaining is not enjoying the process and wanting it to change. And venting is just letting you know how it is …so you get a little sympanthy