Y’all. I haven’t been here in a while and honestly, I probably shouldn’t be here now. There are things to be done, like showering and eating and not a lot of time to do it in, but hey-what’s life without a time challenge, right? So it’s November and while I totally failed, like straight up failed, Write 31 for October, I am pretty good about posting a little thankfulness diddy on Facebook each day this month. Hey, ten or so words is a whole lot less time consuming than 500ish. And I’m bus. We’ll blame it on that. So today I’m on day three, I just had to share this little joy with you. See, of all the littles, middles and bigs running around in our house, only one have we had since birth, and so only one have we had the long sleepless nights. And by long, I mean in years. He’s two. He refuses to sleep unless nestled between the hubbs and I with his toes squishing in-between my ribs or his big ‘ole head resting smack on top of mine. He slept fantastic. Meanwhile the hubbs and I wake in a state similar to what you see in World War Z or the Walking Dead. It’s not pretty. Bless the coffee people-bless the coffee. If those beans ever stop growing, this world is doomed.
Over two years this has been happening, with glimmers of hope every 6 months or so. Jesus likes to keep us on our toes. We’d have one night, maybe two of relative sleeping and we would go a little easier on the coffee pot the next day, in idle hope that this little sleep streak would continue. But it never did. We are now at nearly two and a half years of mornings where we look at each other and exclaim over perceived victories of things like three hours of uninterrupted sleep. The struggle is real, folks.
For the last week, the child has slept IN HIS OWN BED. And if not for the whole night, then at least until 5 or so and then he snuggles in with me and his cold toes find my belly and he’s out cold again. Let me just emphasize this again-it’s been a week. Seven (7!) days. Hallelujah and pass the pillows. And at bedtime, we’ve gone from every night falling asleep in our bed to only occasionally. I think I’ve found the sweet spot of: new night light, soft playing radio, two to three lullabies, all the toys, and goodnight sweet boy I’ll leave the door open.
And as I look at the clock and all the things that haven’t been done, I note that it’s now 8 a.m. and my little Beasty is still sleeping. Thankfulness day number 3 is a total win.
Joining Jennifer Dukes Lee today over at #TellHisStory.