Throwing Money at Your Problems (Or How Toddlers and Lack of Sleep Will Make You a Crazy Person)

Sigh.  Well, I meant to continue coverage of our vacation with at least one more post, but I’m still, STILL, waiting on SOMEONE to edit his photos, without which I CANNOT COMPLETE THAT POST!!!!  Ahem…  Anyway, that person, whomever he may be, has promised to work on them soon, so perhaps I’ll be able to get that up in less than two weeks.  Grrrr.

In the meantime, you guys want to hear about the latest drama in Bedtime Land?  You do?  Sort of…  Okay, well, I’ll try to keep this brief then.  (Ha!)

You’ll recall that I’ve tried to just briefly allude to the goings on as of late, choosing to focus on more positive things.  However, this shit can no longer be ignored.  Gabbie is, ONCE AGAIN, not sleeping well.  This started before we left for our vacation, it continued after we returned, and much like a certain creepy boat in a certain movie about a chocolate factory, it’s not showing any signs of stopping.  Every time we think we’ve got this locked, she gives us three or four good weeks, and then Bam!  We’re right back to crying about going to bed and waking up two to three times in the middle of the night.  Well, sometimes she doesn’t wake up that much, but then she’s up at, like, 5:15, which in turn makes her a grumpy, strung-out mess by 7, just when everyone else is rushing around, trying to get dressed, fed, and packed up for the day.

So, two weeks after we returned from St. Thomas, we threw in the towel.  We packed up the girls, checked the bank account, and took a little family outing to Nebraska Furniture Mart to buy…a new soundproof room in which we could sleep without hearing her.  No, sorry, that was just wishful (if mean) thinking.  Let’s try that again.  To buy…a full-size bed.  Yes, we just spent over $300 trying to get our daughter to sleep better.  I don’t think there’s a better definition of throwing money at your problems.

Her first reaction on seeing the bed?  "My bed! My bed!  It's beeeuuuuoootiful!"  Her reaction when told she now had to go to sleep? "No, mama, no!  Whhyyyeeeee? I need you! No, mama, no, don't go!"  Blergh.

Her first reaction on seeing the bed? “My bed! My bed! It’s beeeuuuuoootiful!” Her reaction when told she now had to go to sleep? “No, mama, no! Whhyyyeeeee? I need you! No, mama, no, don’t go!” Blergh.

I know.  You don’t have to say anything.  It is ridiculous.  It is the kind of thing terrible sitcom parents do in terrible, hacky TV shows.  It is not a thing that sane, rational, college-educated adults do.

The “theory”, such as it is, is thus:  1) She seems to sleep better in bigger beds when we’re visiting family, and none of them ever have any trouble getting her to sleep and stay in her own bed all night.  (They also never have to sleep on her floor for extended periods of time.)  2) At least this way, if she wakes up and refuses to be cajoled into going back to sleep, we can just crawl in beside her and sleep with her, instead of a) bringing her into our bed, or b) trying to rub her back while our arms fall asleep from leaning across the railing of the toddler bed.

In reality, the theory is yet to be proven.  The last couple of nights have been better, but she’s still being a pain about going to bed in the first place, and we’ve had the bed for almost a week now, so it certainly wasn’t an instant fix.  We’ll keep trying.

If nothing else, having your very tiny child in a rather large bed does emphasize how very young she actually is, working as a reminder that maybe it’s okay if she doesn’t have everything figure out just right this second.  Of course, I wouldn’t listen to a damn thing I say–I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in weeks…

At least she looks cute in it.  (Oh, and you can thank the combo of well-priced Target goods and my amazing taste for the decor.  :)

At least she looks cute in it. (Oh, and you can thank the combo of well-priced Target goods and my amazing taste for the decor. 🙂