So, our attempt to get Troy to sleep by himself has had mixed success. He doesn’t get up in the middle of the night anymore, but now he won’t go to bed without having to come downstairs three or four times first. I’ll read him a book and tuck him in, only to have him pop up immediately and tell me that he needs to tell my wife something. She’ll take him back upstairs, listen to him ramble on about nonsense, and tuck him in again. Only to have him follow her downstairs because he’s scared of a non-existent zombie. It’s maddening, especially when you’re exhausted or don’t feel well. So, we fixed one problem only to have replaced it with another.

No comments:
Post a Comment