Please, go to sleep!

Tonight was one of those nights. The littlest has already been having sleeping issues with his teeth bothering him. But the older two for some reason decided for tonight to be a super late night. Maybe because they were in trouble and went to bed a bit earlier then usual. Not much but still. 11pm rolled around, mind you they normally would have been asleep for 3 and 2 1/2 hours by then but nope. Gage comes out, proclaiming a bad dream. Don't think I'm a bad mom for not believing this. This has become a nightly thing for the past couple of months. Every night there is a bad dream. I don't discount it every time but times like tonight, I do. It was quite obvious he hadn't been to sleep. The laughing really gave it away. It was his attempt to get out of going to bed or to either to sleep in our bedroom. Neither was going to happen. He finally settled and went to bed. Dane was up as well so I am hoping to get to sleep in some tomorrow. I am not crossing any fingers though.

So, since I hear nothing at the moment. It is 11:28pm, I am going to head to bed. I try to be in bed before midnight and so far, I'm on track. A little late but still on track. Goodnight if you're reading.

One day you'll be begging me to let you nap

I don't know why I used to think naps were evil as a child because now, I want to make up all those times I refused them. I keep telling Gage that one day he'll want to do nothing but sleep (ahh teenage years..) and I'll be waking him up making him go do things. He should rethink his stance on naps now haha.

The past 2-3 weeks with Bishop have been pretty tough sleep wise. We can see a small clear spot on his bottom gums so it definitely seems to be teething. I hate teething. I want Gage type teething where it didn't bother him, he got 4 at a time and that was that haha. Bishop would be up several times a night, screaming at us basically. He is 50/50 on where he sleeps. Co-sleeping and crib, he thankfully unlike Dane is easier on where he'll go to bed. Jason and I would take turns and find out we're not exactly nice people to each other at 430am when we're both tired and half asleep.

But it figures that when he finally has a good night of sleep, only waking up twice I sleep like complete crap. A kink/pinch in my neck stopped me from getting any real decent sleep. That really bites. So between my tossing and turning then the two times Bishop woke up, I'm pooped.

One day the boys will look back on this and go "why didn't I sleep?!" I know I ask myself that question now. Oh how i wish I could go back to those days and nap for hours on end without being interrupted.