I Can See Every Monster As They Come In
My poor little man. Ever since I returned from Gay Paree, CatcherCrazyFace has had a rough time sleeping. It started with him crashing our bed every night at about 4am and has led to a complete breakdown in our bedtime ritual. He used to be amazing at bedtime. We had a schedule and we stuck to it. We did dinner, then a bath, play time for 20, and finally book time @ 8. I would read a million and 1 books and he would fall asleep easily and gently by 9. Those days seem to be gone forever. A frightened and anxiety ridden boy has replaced him.
Each night is now a battle and a fright fest. First there is the screaming and kicking and crying. Then I calm him down and read to him. He senses my preparation to leave his bedroom and flips the fuck out. The screaming and kicking and crying begin again. I leave because I have to. But then just as the crying fades and I think my baby boy is sleeping sound he starts to scream. 'There are monsters in my room mama, MONSTERS!'' I hear the dread in his sweet voice and head back to his room. I tell him it's ok and hand him his light saber. (Monsters are scared of light sabers, in fact they can't even enter a room if a light saber is in one) He sniffles and cries a little bit more. And then he pulls me in for a hug and kiss and tells me he loves me. And my day is done.
A few hours later I find him sleeping soundly. Not in his bed. But not in mine either ;)
Again and again thru the tantrums, and the thru insanity I find myself more in love with this boy each moment of each day.