Why I sometimes suck at motherhood

I decided to let Monkey sleep with us in the bed early on. I assumed that she would grow out of it, and it was so darn cute having her little warm body near us. We all fit so comfortably, and hubby did not mind either.

Further down the line...with a sore neck and bags under my eyes...

When my son was born, I decided that I would put him in his crib and he would sleep there from the very beginning. I also decided...in my naive little noggin, that I would take this opportunity to sleep train my 7 year old. Easy enough. BIG MISTAKE!!! Bean had no problem adjusting, once he was knocked out, he was out for the night. Monkey on the other hand, had some problems. Okay BIG problems!

Monkey would cry uncontrollably and wake up in the middle of the night screaming, resulting in the infant screaming too. P-bear and I would be running around in a daze trying to figure out what was going on! This went on for a few days. One child was keeping the other up. I was willing to wait it out and work through it....and even though he will be mad at me for this...P-bear surrendered one early morning at about 2am, and said "That's it! Take the damn kids and go sleep in our bed! I need some sleep for work tomorrow! F_CK!!!" Okay, so not the best approach. We both were at the end of our ropes for something that was really both of our faults.

That was about a year ago. Both kids now sleep with me in the bed, while hubby takes the couch. I personally hate for him to be on the couch. Monkey is now literally too big to share the bed with. She is an average size 8 year old, but she kicks, hits, and rotates, uncontrollably all night long! Bean is squished in the middle, and is often times waken by his sisters sudden movements in the night.

I have literally "made my bed" and now I must "sleep in it."