Each morning my watch/phone tells me I made my “sleep goal.” This means I got eight hours of sleep. Theoretically I should feel rested, but that’s not the case. Ever.
“So what’s the deal, Kim?” you might ask.
Open the app and scroll down a bit and there’s the answer. Eight hours of actual sleep are spread across ten hours in bed. Two hours are sucked up by wakefulness. The culprit? A reliant one-year-old Husband and I have failed to sleep train. Sleep training: insert cringe emoji.
Now we’re desperately trying to remedy a very ugly situation. It involves a barely-used crib, a twin mattress outfitted with a railing, an air mattress, and an unsettling suspicion nothing’s going to change anytime soon.
Here’s a typical night.
7:00: Baby is placed in crib awake, but drowsy.
7:00-8:00: A multitude of shenanigans leading up to Daughter’s bedtime.
9:00: Mommy decides to call it quits regardless of the number of items on To Do list.
9:30: Comfy cozy in bed; mind beginning to blur; small sense of hope tonight will be “the night.”
9:35: Baby wakes and begins screaming (note the distinction between crying and screaming).
9:45: After half-assed (one-tenth-assed, even) attempt to calm Baby without removing from crib, bring Baby onto twin mattress where he will sleep for remainder of night.
10:00: Fall sleep.
12:00: Baby head-butts Mommy and starts to whimper. Begin frantic head-rubbing and shushing. Once Baby has drifted off again, very carefully climb off bed and onto air mattress. Blankets are cold. Curse myself and this situation.
Not-too-long-after: Baby realizes I am gone and makes a big stink. Jump from air mattress to bed. Fall asleep.
Sometime later: Wake up to pee. Return to air mattress. Blankets are cold. Curse myself and this situation.
Still the middle of the night: Baby rolls over/has bad dream/somehow senses lack of Mommy’s body heat. Starts to cry. Climb back into bed.
4:00-ish: Wake up because who the heck knows. Move to air mattress. Sheets are cold.
6:00-ish: Baby wakes up. Instead of crying, Baby crawls off bed and crawls onto air mattress and nestles into Mommy. Mommy thinks this is the cutest thing in the world. Falls back asleep.
7:00: Mommy has overslept and has to help get two kids ready for pre-school by 7:30. Curse myself and this situation.
For someone who adores a good night sleep, this is not ideal. Clearly, my body/mind has adjusted, although occasionally I’ll experience a lack of judgment. This Monday, for example, I spent $60 on loose-leaf tea. Yes, you read that right. I also zone out at times much more frequently than I used to. Don’t worry, I always snap back.
There’s a saying “a goal without a plan is just a wish.” Well, I’d like to say my goal is to sleep through the night, but I’m no fool. Instead, how about bringing the number of times I wake up from ten down to, say, two? And I plan on accomplishing this before Baby becomes Pre-Teen. No one likes to share a bed with their mom past nine, right?