I've always really liked that adage, and so I'm psyched to finally use it for a blog post. But, I digress.
Since The Great Move of 2012, aka Adam and I packing up the majority of our things so he and his brother could move them to the new house in Virginia, Bryony and I have been left with a few items to live on for the remaining two months we have in Michigan. Granted, we have the majority of our furniture since we plan to rent the house out furnished, but Adam did move both Bryony's and our beds. So, mother and daughter now share a very comfortable (I splurged and bought the best Bed Bath and Beyond could offer) pillowtop air mattress.
There are a few challenges that have arisen with this new sleeping arrangement, although not what one might expect. Bryony has a difficult time with going to bed if I'm not yet ready to join her. I don't know if it's the foreign-ness of the air mattress, or my bedroom, but she does not like falling asleep in there alone. Several times I find her standing quietly at the doorway, peeking out at me while I clean, job-hunt or work on the computer. The final night of the Democratic National Convention, I found her secretly watching Obama's speech from the bedroom. Knowing she wasn't going to sleep anytime soon, I decided to let her watch it with me, to which she responded, "It's President Obama!! He's a good guy, Mom." No, I didn't make that up.
The weirder aspect of sharing a bed with my three-year old is on par with the weirdness Adam experiences from sharing a bed with me. Bryony (like I do) talks in her sleep. It is so incredibly bizarre to wake up to my child trying to hold a conversation with me while she's still sleeping. She laughs, she's sarcastic, she's bossy...all while her eyes are closed. She's come out with little gems like, "Mo-oooom, why are you still napping??" and "I want my truck!" (referring to a toy I'd put on the shelf before bed the night before). This morning I woke to her declaring, "I'm all done with this!" What, I'm not sure, but she was very adamant about it.
My biggest concern is whether we'll be able to transition her back into her own bed once we've moved to Virginia, especially since she'll finally be in a toddler bed instead of a crib. Too many big changes all at once, I'm afraid. Then again, if she's in our bed, maybe Adam can finally get some sleep. She and I can sleep talk to each other, and leave him out of it.
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