Did I mention that two weeks ago, Lil Man got sick, and because of his asthma, and it was a bad chest cold, and his breathing wasn't the best, and he was all off of his sleep schedule and crying because he didn't want to go to his bed, that I caved.. as in... let him get in bed with us. I knew then that we would have repercussions for this, but at the time it just seemed like the best (and easiest) thing to do. (I nsert dramatic music here ) Two weeks later... he's still getting into our bed. At first we had the struggle of him not wanting to go to his bed at all. Finally after a few nights of struggling, we got him to at least start off sleeping in his bed. But every night since that first night he's got in our bed. Basically if he wakes up, he cries momma or daddy or both and we go and check on him. He of course wants in our bed. We of course are exhausted so we let him. And at first although it wasn't ideal, at least we could get a little sleep. (Ho...
I hope through my self-reflection, readers will see themselves so that they can pause and think, smile or laugh, or try something new. This is my story...