So anyone who pays even the slightest attention to my blog or Facebook is probably aware that sleep is a hot commodity around the Larive household. Our children hate sleep. Many, many people have offered solutions...sleep routines, less screen time, baths before bed, less sugar...so.many.things. I have tried them all. ALL. Sometimes at one time. Some help, but none solve. Both of my littles have sun blocking curtains, white noise machines, and echo dots to play music and/or bedtime stories in soothing tones. We do meditation apps - which my son likes and my daughter hates. We turn on bedtime playlists - which my daughter likes and my son hates. No matter what combo we use...the end result is the same 90% of the time. I wake up at 3 am with my 7 yr old son laying with his feet in my face and his head at the foot of my bed. And my 6 yr old daughter is horizontal with maximum limb spread between my husband and I.
I know. I will miss this someday. But in the here and now? Mama gets cranky when a string of crappy sleep nights catch up to her.
I am also a terrible sleeper. I wake up at every noise and movement. I sleep next to the exact opposite - the snoring log. I love him and he is gorgeous but it is a wonder I haven't murdered him in his sleep yet. So this is how our morning went today....
Four in the morning, I am jarred awake by Lauren Daigle singing 'Rescue' from an echo dot somewhere in the upstairs. After the initial startle, I sink back in my pillows - all four of them - and wonder half asleep if our 7 yr old accidentally set a music alarm on his. He is a giant Daigle fan. I figure it will just end and sort of doze back off. As I am drifting to sleep, the song changes to 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow'...the really groovy bongo drum version? Yeah. I don't know in what world these two songs end up on the same station, but I am frankly too tired to investigate and no one else has even stirred.
That ends and I hear a hushed conversation and then muffled responses from Alexa that sound confused - and then a random hard rock song starts screaming through the second story...
My six year old daughter wanted to talk to Alexa. Apparently they had a miscommunication at some point. I then made, what I thought, was a very rational decision and disabled her Alexa. This caused her to cry forlornly that she loves Alexa and she is too lonely to be without anyone in her room if she can't talk to Alexa....so she jumps into our bed, narrowly averting landing on her brother who has been camped out at my feet since two. She does NOT go to sleep, but instead spoons me from behind so she can stage whisper in my ear, "It is morning. Can we get up? I see the sun. It is morning!" over and over again.
My husband hears NONE of this. NONE!
His alarm goes off at 545-ish and our daughter sits up straight next to him and yells, "Good Morning!" and then proceeds to get up for the day. I held strong til about three o'clock and then just frankly gave up on the day. Just did the necessary and sat my new cushier quarantine butt into the recliner. Tonight as I put her to bed, with her Alexa playing bedtime music, I reminded her - a little nicely, a little threatening-ish - that Alexa doesn't wake up til eight.
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