Night time visitors

Do you have little 'night time visitors'? It seems that I have had them alot lately. Bad dreams, distrubed sleep, itchy skin, bathroom visit, the list goes on and on. I am not throwing this out there for advice (I know how to kick someone out). I am just mentioning it. When my kids were wee babes we did the 'cry yourself to sleep' method and they were all great sleepers, not perfect but pretty darn close. There is something to be said for walking you baby into their room and they try to dive into bed because they know what's coming. That has got to be the sweetest thing ever, so worth those hours of crying that you have to listen to in the beginning. Anyway, I digress...my night time visitors are bigger, wiggiler and sometimes have the worst breath ever!

I don't know about you but my light sleeping days seem to be over and when I go to bed I fall into a 'mom coma', you know that sleep that comes when you are so tired (it's also sooo late) and you know you will not wake until morning, hopefully rested and having had a brain transplant of some sort, you will be a happier, more cheery version of yourself. I have still to completely experience all of these things but I still have hope. These night time visits have been disturbing my whole plan and I am beginning to resent it.

Don't get me wrong, I have sympathy when 'Mr. Toast' is chasing you with a large knife trying to butter you so he can have you for lunch or you are sure that some sort of monster that I promise, promise, promise, promise, promised,...last night was not there has now show himself and mommy is a liar and deserves to have you sleep right next to her all night kicking her in the back and breathing in her face. I am sure I did not sigh up for this part either. And were does it say that daddy sleeps all night seemingly undisturbed by the nights entire events? Although if by chance he does wake up (it's when I am still awake from the last episode and I fake 'mom coma' so they will go to him) I have to hear about his 'heroic' efforts to calm them and get them back to sleep. Here's a 'bozo' button to pin on that big chest of yours and thanks for all the help all the other 20+ times they got up.

Last night was no different. Feet and knees in my back and arms draped over my neck only to have the sleeping husband decided that he also needs some cuddle time and there I am stuck in the middle. I hate being in the middle, I hate to be hot when I am sleeping and I definately like my space. I lay there steaming, tempted to slip out and go sleep in one of the empty kids beds but I am sure I won't get away without being detected. Alas, what is a mom to do...don't answer that!