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My Kids Dont Want to Stay with Me

I came home from work one night and sat down to dinner with the family.  Usual chaos, flying food, giggles, and squeals.

My wife promptly informed me that she would like to run to the store and do some shopping before the stores close.  I have no problem with this, I have the troops on a regimented bedtime routine and should be able to clean the monsters up and march them straight to bed with maybe a little prebedtime rasslin match.  No problem.

So she stands, rapidly grabs her purse and bolts for the door.  At which point my 7yr old proclaims, “your leaving us with HIM??!! Really?!”

I wasn’t sure how to take this.

The more I thought about it, the more it was clear.  It is a typical good cop, bad cop scenario in our house.  Most nights, I start calling for them to get ready for bed and they typically scurry in the general direction of mom.  I say general, because kids have no concept of straight lines unless cookies are involved.  Mom, of course cuddles and coos with them, the kids stall, I push further to start getting ready for bed and they scatter again.  However, I tend to find them again  back at mom.  Mom, of course tells them to get ready for bed, but somehow lacks the real “umph” of commitment and she cant resist the many child stall tactics of, “im thirsty”, “read us another story”, “can we cuddle”, and “I gotta cocka!”

I on the other hand tend to be the enforcer, ultimately I drag them to bed against repeated objections giving them the, “life’s not fair” speech.

It was clear, without momma around the kids would have much fewer viable stall tactics.

Maybe, I’m a little to harsh.  So I decided to use this opportunity to “soften” my image.

I gave into several of their stall tactics and even spent extra time doing one of their favorite nighttime activities, rasslin.  I sang them a song and then put them to bed.  It was a good night and we were all feeling close and loving.

As I turned out the light, the same 7yr old who had exclaimed worry about being left with me, quietly asked, “daddy, when is mommy coming home?  I want to cuddle.”

“Son, I can cuddle with you.”

“But Daddy your hard and spiky.”  He then laughed and said he was kidding…. but deep down, I don’t think he was.

No matter how “soft” i ever try to be.  I will never be mommy.

Thank goodness I don’t have to be.


Why My Son Doesn’t Want to Sleep in His Bed.

I have 5 children.  My wife and I have seen a little of everything when it comes to raising kids, but everyday they still surprise me.  That’s the fun of kids, right?  right?  Kids are supposed to be fun, right?

I’m kidding…. a little. 🙂

Kids are amazing.  Amazingly hard, amazingly exhausting, and amazingly awesome.  Even if I do threaten to eat them on a daily basis.

Our latest battle (one of several, as the war to raise children has many fronts) is our four your old son.  Nightly, he comes to our bedroom and crawls into our bed.  We have been terribly inconsistent.  Which is the worst thing to do but, we are to tired to fight it most nights.  Some nights we take him back to is bed and others we just let him stay.  The problem really is that he is a kicker.  Squirming, nesting, kicker.  He likes to take his feet and bury them and kick them (usually under me.)  I think he probably has restless leg syndrome.  It doesn’t seem to bother him one bit, but me… no chance of sleeping.

On one particular morning, we had enough.  My wife and I decided we would do the grown up thing and “reason” with our four year old.  We are highly educated people, we can do that, right?

Had it all figured out.  I certainly could out debate and circle a four your old.  I would dismantle each of his excuses and reasons for coming to our bed and he would have NO CHOICE but to understand and stay in his own bed.

Scared of the dark? check, we would leave a night light on.

I’m thirsty? check, leave a small glass of water at his bedside.

Want to sleep with someone? check, he ha his teddy that he has always slept with just fine.

 

so, sat my son down.  Looked him straight in the eye and was ready to go.

“Son, why do you keep coming to our bed every night?”

He looked at me, calm, without an ounce of fear.  “There’s no mommy in my bed.

In a single phrase, I was stunned and horribly defeated with absolutely no response.

I stood up, looked at my wife who was looking for me to say something. “Well, I cant argue with that.”

So all three of us are sleeping together.  I really hope he out grows this…..