Rough Night

When we first moved, I had wanted to keep the boys in the same bedroom and use our third bedroom as a playroom. But, I also wanted to give Ammon something to look forward to in the move and gave him his choice and he wanted his own room. Recently, however, Ammon has been saying that his room was scary and he would wake up at night looking for us. After a couple of days of this I sat down with him and asked him if it would make him feel better if his brother was in the room with him. Much to my delight, he said yes.

I mentioned to Andy that I wanted to combine the boys into one room. It would have been easier to move Ammon's stuff into Peter's room, but Peter's room is actually the one I wanted to use as the playroom, so it went the other way. I assumed I would have to take down the crib to get it through the doors, but when I mentioned that to Andy, he disagreed. So I figured that I could tackle the project myself while he was at work.

It didn't take too long to realize that the crib did NOT fit through the door, but since it was close, and Andy had really thought it would, I came up with this brilliant idea to just take off the bed springs which kept the crib in it's rectangle form, and try to smash the crib through the door that way. It didn't work.

Next I tried to take off just one side of the crib. Ammon and I each broke a piece off the crib, but they were pieces that probably didn't matter much, so I just kept going. This strategy sucessfully got the crib out of Peter's room and down the hallway, but Ammon's doorway faces the side of his bedroom closet so there is an extra twist to get all the way into the room. I pushed and pulled, often with one hand as Peter was in the other arm much of the time. I yelled and cried in frustration. I tried different angles and many different approaches finally getting so frustrated that bent it a little more than I meant to and I broke it! Ack. This time in a place that DID matter.

We have been wanting to get bunk beds for the boys for quite a while now, but were also planning on waiting a little longer before taking Peter out of the crib. I wonder if this is going to expidite that concept.

After taking a break to cool off, I went back and found a way to make the crib sleepable - for the short term, at least. I had made Enchiladas and Spanish Rice for lunch (the meal Andy was home for) and didn't feel like cooking again so I loaded the boys into the car and we went to Jack-In-the-Box.

We just went used the drive through to order our food and took it home to eat. I handed Ammon his food and asked him to give Peter a french fry. Pretty soon Peter was screaming bloody murder and I quickly realized that the french fry was probably too hot and had burned him. I asked Ammon if that was what had happened. He took a while to answer and the conversation got really frustrating. In the mean time poor little Peter was screaming like I have never seen him scream. It was un-relenting. Suddenly I realized what was going on and started to yell, "where is the french fry? Is it still burning him?"

Ammon still was having a hard time helping me through the chaos of screams. I eventually pulled over and jumped back to see what was going on. Poor little Peter had dropped the french fry and it had gotten stuck between his leg and his car seat. The burn is pretty bad! Fortunately I had tylenol right there in the car so I gave him some immediately, and took ice out of Ammon's drink to put on Peter's leg. That got him to stop crying long enough to get him home.

Peter usually goes to bed around 7:30. Lately, he has been fussy as all get-out by 6:00. Last night, however, he wasn't at all tired and stayed up until 9:30. It was frustrating. I wonder, though, if the tylenol kept him up. Still, I was hoping to get the boys to bed, do some cleaning, and get to bed early myself.

Around midnight I finally drug myself to bed. I was happy with the cleaning I was able to accomplish, but not at all pleased with the time. An hour later Peter was crying and I got up with him. It was only a few minutes and I was able to get him back to sleep. But then, two hours after that he was crying again. In three hours of sleep, I had been woken up twice and this time Peter wasn't going back to bed. The nice thing was that Andy was scheduled to be off and should be driving home about that time so I thought maybe he could stay up with Peter for the half hour or so it would take for Peter to wind back down.

An hour later Andy still wasn't home and Peter was still awake. What a nightmare of a night! I finally got back to bed sometime between 4:30 and 5:00 when Andy did get home and was able to stay up with Peter for me. It's been a rough morning but finally Andy is sleeping and - the real miracle - so is Peter!

Dad is coming today, and I sure hope our nights go better than this while he is here!