The 3 year old is NOT cooperative at bedtime! A couple of nights ago----I was in his room until 9:30 and finally gave up and just threatened him if he got out of bed again.
Last night---good sense flew out the window and when he made his re-occurring appearance, I asked, "Would you like to sleep with Lulu?! WHAT WAS I THINKING!
I sleep on a couch---a regular sized couch---SO there is limited room for one---much less 2. We started the night out with #1 telling me---he wanted me to be on one end and him on the other--NOT big on snuggling! THEN he told me he did NOT want my feet by his face....WELL that left little choice about where to put my feet---hanging over the edge of the couch.
FINALLY I get him covered and settled and after a LONG day---I am exhausted--but he is doing everything but slap himself in the face to stay awake. He has me curled into a fetal position on one end of the couch with space about the size of a postage stamp and my head in a curled position with my neck in the position of a fish hook. I begin drifting off---in this position of torture---and JUST as I nod off--#1 says---"LULU---I don't like you snoring!" Secret is out of the bag---when I am curled into a fetal position with my neck in the fish hook position--and head curl under---I SNORE! IMAGINE!
Reminder of WHY a bed alone is NOT always bad!
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