Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Just In Case You Were Wondering . . .

Why toddler beds are so lightweight?



A tired mind will do evil, evil things.

It will play tricks on you ("what was that noise?").

It will make you a little crazy ("there's that noise again, I'd better grab my flashlight and a handful of rocks and see what woodland creature is invading the Big Toy in the backyard").

It will make you see things ("oh, you again, at 2:22am, refusing to sleep in your own bed").

It will give you to power to say no ("no, you can't have a glass of milk, it is the middle of the night").

It will make you do things you never, EVER thought you'd do ("think I'll just pick up her bed and bring it in here next to ours").

It will give you super-human coordination and speed ("all I have to do is shimmy the bed through the u-turn between her door and ours without banging into the walls - piece of cake").

It will make your arms elastic ("here, just hold mommy's hand, I am right here").

It will give you all the answers you seek ("so that's why toddler beds weigh so little").

Yes, a tired mind will get you into a world of trouble ("what have I done?").

Please, someone tell me that they've just stocked the shelves of the local drugstore with Tylenol PM for toddlers. Please, even if it's just a placebo.

5 comments:

Lisa said...

Uugggh. I remember those days. (Its sort of hazy cause you know... so sleep deprived because the boy WAS NOT SLEEPING.)

Hope your little one gets over it soon. And hope you get some sleep soon too!

sunshine scribe said...

Oh no ... been there. Feeling for you. Hope this passes soon!

Jenny said...

Hailey's bed? Right next to ours.

I feel your pain, sister.

Have you tried benadryl? A rare dose of it can do wonders to getting a kid back onto a schedule.

sweatpantsmom said...

Hey, that's what sleeping bags are for.

Mamacita Tina said...

I'm currently going through this with Ian. I frequently wake up in the wee hours of the morning and find him trying to climb into bed with us. The first time, I let him sleep with us. After finding about 20 bruises on my body, I vowed never again! Ha, I have a terrible memory or something, he's somehow convinced me otherwise and I still wake up with bruises.