Motherhood can send you to places you never dreamt you should or would ever go. This is why we should probably not judge other people. I’m making a conscious effort to be less judgy of my fellow moms. As far as the rest of the world … they are still fair game.
ONE is convinced that monsters are in his room. Specifically, they live behind his curtains. I have tried everything to convince him that:
1. Monsters do not exist.
2. No monsters live in our house.
3. His room is safe.
But NOTHING is working. I dread bedtime. It sucks. No, really. IT SUUUUUUCKS.
I now understand how people end up with children sleeping in their bed, or why parents are willing to lay with their kids until they go to sleep. I am so desperate for bedtime to not be a horrible experience that I am willing to do almost anything at this point. Well, except letting him sleep outside of his room.
The thing is, I know that if we start doing stuff now like letting him sleep with us, he will continue for a very long time. I personally can’t handle the mere thought of having kids in my bed. That is MY BED. I need some space. I have to draw a line somewhere. For approximately 18 hours a day, I have a child attached to me or crying for me. I NEED TIME AWAY FROM THEM.
And so, I decided to try “monster spray.” If he can’t be convinced that they aren’t real, maybe I can convince him that I “sprayed” them away.
Am I enabling his fears?
I can’t think clearly anymore at this point. I am simply tired of feeling like a terrible mother who abandons her son in his super-scary (his words, not mine) room every night and makes him stay in there. No nightlight, flashlight, lamp or stuffed animal is making it any better.
Let’s see what a defaced bottle of Febreze will do. And, if this doesn’t work … I always have this book to fall back on.
Now that, my friends, is funny.