It’s no secret around here that my kid is the only 15-month toddler in the state that refuses to sleep through the night. He has a Num-Num Addiction and Mommy is reluctantly to wean him because he is both stubborn and loud.
Since we don’t have enough parenting issues, we’ve decided to add the family bed to the mix. For those of you that love the family bed concept, rest assured that I love it, too. It’s the best arrangement for some families, but we have chosen to keep Little King David in his crib because he sleeps like a spider monkey on methamphetamines and our bed is the only place where Mommy and Daddy can cuddle without interruption.
Mommy is so tired that she recently started bringing David into Mommy & Daddy’s bed in the middle of the night rather than argue with him about whether or not he really needs Num Nums AGAIN. Daddy has encouraged this because it breaks his heart to hear Mommy or David upset. Daddy is a rescuer.
This seemed like a great idea until David assumed that sleeping with Mommy and Daddy is an open invitation to have Num Nums all freaking night long while he kicks Daddy’s kidneys until he is black and blue. And don’t even think about putting a blanket on this kid, because it is coming right off. If you are unfortunate enough to be sleeping next to him and you’re freezing your tushie off, that’s just too bad.
So, why do we continue to allow our kid into our bed?
Because, this morning he woke up, crawled on top of Mommy, gave her a huge open-mouthed kiss, then crawled on top of Daddy, and gave him a giant, slobbery kiss, too.
I can’t think of a better way to start the day!