Sandman, again
This morning Jack woke up at 5:20. I went in, told him he had to stay in bed until the clock said 7 and shut the door. He howled for about a minute and then quieted down.
I laid back down in my own bed, incredulous that he actually shut his piehole and went back to sleep. And of course, he made a fool of me. A mere 15 minutes later, he was yelling that he wanted to lay with me.
Because I wasn't sure Emmie could sleep through another bout of lunacy on his part, I went in and sternly told him (OK, I might have hissed) that he was to come into my room, lay down in my bed and BE QUIET.
Where was his father? Oh yes, he was sleeping in the guest room because he needed his rest before work. Don't worry about the pregnant lady, she'll be fine.
The laying with Mommy worked for roughly 15 minutes. Then he was clamoring to go back into his room and read books. Oh no, my friend. You're not doing anything of the sort. I brought him a stack of books into my room, which caused a meltdown because he couldn't stack them back up in a pile. Awesome.
Next up was his announcement he had to go to the bathroom -- "Pee and poop, mommy!" -- which of course I indulged.
At this point it was 6:15 a.m. and the last hour felt like a complete day. I told him I would put "Diego" on if he would just sit quietly and watch it. He quickly agreed. That then degenerated into him kicking me in the head and stomach while telling me he was all done watching.
We staggered downstairs at 7 a.m. He asked for milk and I gave it to him. Emmie slept in until 7:30. Jack was a complete mess by 9:30 a.m. at camp dropoff and for the first time EVER, he clung to my leg and told me he wanted to go back home. Exhausted much, Jack?
Tonight, an unhappy boy was back in his old crib while his unhappy sister slept in a pack n play downstairs. They were in bed at 7 p.m., but neither stopped singing and talking until 8 p.m. The plan for the morning is to leave him in the crib until 7, come hell or high water. Emmie won't be disturbed by his antics two floors away and I plan to turn the monitor all the way down once he wakes.
Not sure if this will make any difference, but I am planning to stick with this idea through the weekend to see if we can reset his sleep schedule. Or at least get him to realize playing quietly in his room until the clock says 7 is the right thing to do. For Mommy's sanity if nothing else.
I laid back down in my own bed, incredulous that he actually shut his piehole and went back to sleep. And of course, he made a fool of me. A mere 15 minutes later, he was yelling that he wanted to lay with me.
Because I wasn't sure Emmie could sleep through another bout of lunacy on his part, I went in and sternly told him (OK, I might have hissed) that he was to come into my room, lay down in my bed and BE QUIET.
Where was his father? Oh yes, he was sleeping in the guest room because he needed his rest before work. Don't worry about the pregnant lady, she'll be fine.
The laying with Mommy worked for roughly 15 minutes. Then he was clamoring to go back into his room and read books. Oh no, my friend. You're not doing anything of the sort. I brought him a stack of books into my room, which caused a meltdown because he couldn't stack them back up in a pile. Awesome.
Next up was his announcement he had to go to the bathroom -- "Pee and poop, mommy!" -- which of course I indulged.
At this point it was 6:15 a.m. and the last hour felt like a complete day. I told him I would put "Diego" on if he would just sit quietly and watch it. He quickly agreed. That then degenerated into him kicking me in the head and stomach while telling me he was all done watching.
We staggered downstairs at 7 a.m. He asked for milk and I gave it to him. Emmie slept in until 7:30. Jack was a complete mess by 9:30 a.m. at camp dropoff and for the first time EVER, he clung to my leg and told me he wanted to go back home. Exhausted much, Jack?
Tonight, an unhappy boy was back in his old crib while his unhappy sister slept in a pack n play downstairs. They were in bed at 7 p.m., but neither stopped singing and talking until 8 p.m. The plan for the morning is to leave him in the crib until 7, come hell or high water. Emmie won't be disturbed by his antics two floors away and I plan to turn the monitor all the way down once he wakes.
Not sure if this will make any difference, but I am planning to stick with this idea through the weekend to see if we can reset his sleep schedule. Or at least get him to realize playing quietly in his room until the clock says 7 is the right thing to do. For Mommy's sanity if nothing else.
posted by Amy at
8:09 PM
5 Comments:
Can you make him run laps around the house before bed?
I'm all about sleep training - been following Dr. W's rules for the last 18 months and they usually work. The best thing though? She's still in her crib and will remain in a crib until she's 3!!! Good luck - nothing worse than the early early morning wake up.
maybe you should try keeping him up really late at night (much to your delight) and see if he sleeps in any later.
good luck!
ugh, that is so rough! I hope he figures it out. Ethan's going through a thing now where he's so exhausted after preschool, but won't take a nap. By 3pm he's out of his mind tired and cranky, and I need to drink. Then he sleeps like crap at night. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. I feel your pain.
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