We Play Musical Bedrooms Like Pros

Ugh.  I give up, I give up, I give up.

On Friday, Iris really wanted to sleep back in her room again.  Asher had been doing better again for the past 2 nights (he'd wake up in the wee hours, but would easily go back to sleep after a moment's consolation.  It would really take less than 3 minutes.  And he'd go on that way till around 7 am, if not a bit past.  I thought Iris could cope with that) so I considered it.  We went over how the baby monitor works (that, in fact, we really can hear him when he wakes up, so there's no need for her to shout for us), and assigned her the big-sister task of demonstrating to Asher how to lay quietly in bed, and if she got bothered by his noises, to stick her head under the blanket and plug her ears and wait for Mommy or Daddy to take care of him.  She said she was ready.  She wanted to be back in her room.

So, I moved her back in.

And Asher immediately took back up the habit of waking up at 5:30 in the morning, refusing to go back to sleep. Saturday morning, Sunday morning, Monday morning, and this morning.  For children who do not nap, a good night's sleep is essential to making it through the day with sanity in tact.  For all four of us.

So tonight, when we were getting ready for bed, Iris said she wanted to be back in my room.  The rational side of me wanted to say no, consistency is important and they need to learn how to share a room and playing musical bedrooms with Iris is not going to do either of them any good in the long haul.  But the sleep deprived side of me wanted to say yes!  We might all finally get a decent night's sleep again and this lesson of consistency really doesn't matter at all in the long haul!

The sleep deprivation side won.

So, I moved her back in.  To my room.  Again.  This time with twinges of guilt emanating from my rational side.

But all of me, All of Me, desperately wants to find a different arrangement, one where we don't have to worry about the kids learning to share a room, one where I don't have to constantly be moving my daughter from one room to the next.  We need to completely rearrange our house.  Or, better yet, we need a different house all together.  This just isn't working anymore.