I never sleep with Cameron. Okay, not never, we nap together on the weekends. But night time sleep? Forget it! He’s way too loud, active, and he somehow becomes around seven foot three – or must be, for how much of the bed he takes up. He snuffles, snores, snorts, grumbles, grinds his teeth, and makes other noises I can’t begin to describe.
I also firmly believe that sleeping with him would start a habit that would take days upon days of misery to end. Just a couple nights in a row of my cuddling him to sleep leads to a night of whining and crying and little sleep when I decide he needs to sleep on his own.
Because I think that kids and moms should have their own sleeping space.
So I never sleep with him at night.
Except that never has happened twice, two Wednesdays in a row I think.
It’s 12:10 and it’s time for me to go to my own bed.