We've been struggling with sleep again. (Still?) The other night when it was the full moon, Chan came running into our room, open our door, slammed it shut and climbed in the bed with us. She had had a bad dream. Thank God Ike was crated, because he was ready to attack.
She stayed in bed for 15 minutes and then I had to take Ike out because he wouldn't stop whimpering. Chan went back to her room. The dog went back in his crate. For an hour and then he had to go back out....at 4:30 in the morning. I tried to put him back in the crate, but he wouldn't hear of it. In his half awake state, Chris mumbled, "Just put the dog in the bed with us."
So I did. And found that Ike is a better bedmate than any of our children.
Ike then fell into a middle of the night waking up to get in our bed habit. So last night Chris said, "Just put him in our bed at bedtime. At least we'll be able to sleep through the night."
Only this was not to be. At 3am, Quinn busted into our room and ran right to where the crate should be, patted the floor and began calling out, "Dawg? Dawg?"
When he found that Ike was in our bed, he felt that he should be too. Thus began the Q climbing up, Chris taking him back to the girls' room. Over and over again this happened. Ike never left my side or demanded to be taken out.
At 6:45 I was officially up. Chris came down at 7:30 and I promptly went back to bed. For the first 45 minutes, Q kept barging in, so Chris had a brilliant idea...he would just lock the door...from the inside. And then Chris couldn't wake me up. I slept until 10:30 and I needed every second of it.
Although now I feel all out of sorts and I don't know what to do with myself. Its really too bad that coffee doesn't have a motivation ingredient. I am awake, and I have had some caffeine, but now I am just sitting here, pondering how to make today wonderful.