I am so tired.
Why will the child not sleep? Why must he stand at the side of my bed and whine and moan. No words of course, for that would only serve to help me and that is not what this is about.
What is this about? Change. Fear. Anxiety. Excitement. Some mix of them?
I don’t know.
All that I know is that he’s FOUR. And I want him to stay in bed for a whole stinking night. I want no excuses of being cold or thirsty or loosing a stuffed friend. I just want blessed sleep and the knowledge that no little feet are padding around playing with things. I want the security of knowing that the baby will not be awakened by strange freakouts like “a cup was eating another cup!”
I am tired.