Last night we were out running errands and getting dinner and we didn't get home until much later than we had planned. Jennifer and I both had to get up very early in morning for various things so we had hoped to go to bed early. As it turned out Elias didn't get to bed until about 11:30, Jennifer and I 12:30. (Tanner was long ago fast asleep for the night!)Cut to less an hour and fifteen minutes later, Elias comes strolling into our room at 1:45am. "Elias, it's still dark outside. It's nite-nite time. You have to go back to your Nemo-bed," we told him. "I want to sleep in Mommy & Daddy's bed," Elias protested. Elias has been waking up earlier and earlier lately, pushing his wake up time into the 5am hour! But 1:45am is too darn early. Jen got out of bed, and walked Elias back down to his room. She sat on the floor next to his bed for a little while as he drifted back to sleep. As soon as Jen got up to go back to her own bed, Elias starts screaming at the top of his lungs...beginning our THREE HOUR journey into Hell!
After hours of singing, telling US stories, and asking us if we could go to Chuck E. Cheese - Elias collapsed a little before 5am leaving Mommy and Daddy very little time to sleep.
It was a very LONG day!
3 comments:
Ah, the joys of the big-boy bed...
You are NOT giving me much hope for the big boy bed!
you forgot to mention how my doc thought I had the "stressed mom" look the next day.
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