I feel inspired to write this post because this morning K had me up at 4.30. Yup, that's right - 4.30am - aka, the middle of the night.
Now, K and early mornings are no strangers. He normally wakes up around 5, 5.30ish each day, but this morning was a new record and has pushed me way over the line.
I am tired - so very very tired, and I'm cranky and have no patience and sometimes find myself wishing that it was just D and I again - no children, just us.
*sigh* Anyway, obviously I don't really mean that because I love K with a ridiculous amount of love, and would never take back my old life...
Tomorrow brings the start of a new early morning regime in this house. There will be NO leaving the bedroom until at least 6am - I don't care if there's screaming and yelling and banging and sobbing, he's going to stay in his bedroom, by himself, until 6am.
D and I are going to take it in turns to sleep in the guest bedroom which is not quite out of earshot of K's room, but at least a little further away than our bedroom, and the 'on-duty' parent will yell 'Go back to sleep' at K's closed door.
I foresee a few hard weeks ahead of us. I wonder who'll give in first, us or him?