(One never knows what one will find upon opening the door to Becca's room in the morning. Here was today's version. "Mommy," she said. "Look! I cleaned my room!")
There, my friends. Evidence that children do, in fact, live here. Actually, they not only live here, they run the joint.
So, when we switched Becca to her big girl bed we told her she should NEVER get out of it. Ever. And she didn't. But then her FATHER (ahem) told her she could get out of bed in the morning, when the sun was up, and turn on her lamp and play quietly in her room. This was a desperate attempt to get another hour of sleep for us instead of having to lay there listening to her yelling, "MOMMY! MAMA! CAN I GET UP NOW!?"
But, unfortunately, things have taken a turn for the worse. The other night she was up at 4 a.m. with her light on, playing. For a couple weeks now she has been up at 5 every day. Completely destroying her room. And soiling her pull-up and leaving some....umm... presents for me to sanitize in the morning. And, after waking up three times a night with Mr. Dragon-Screech, getting up at 5 a.m. to yell at her really isn't my kind of fun. And she won't return to sleep at all. Even when I unplug the lamp and remove the toys. She stays awake in her bed. Squealing.
Then, she is tired all morning. Her eyes vacant and wide. Exhausted from having been awake since 4:45 a.m. So, she will take a three or four hour nap. I know she needs the sleep. So I let her sleep until 4 p.m. She goes to sleep just fine in the evening, and is back awake at 5 again.
It is time for something to be done. I am afraid it is time to quit pull-ups cold turkey. And, I also think it is time to wake her up from her naps after 2 hours, so maybe she'll be more tired in the early morning. But, wow. I'm terrified people. Terrfied. Someone hold me.