Last night I was at a workshop until 10.30pm, which wouldn’t have been a big deal if my kids would have cooperated with the babysitter and gone to sleep when they were supposed to. But they didn’t and when I walked in, there they were, sitting in the living room, lights low, like zombies, waiting for me.
I chalked it up to the exacerbated separation fear brought on by our separation and the two different houses that they now inhabit: in fact, it was the first time they had a babysitter at bedtime here, rather than an afternoon playmate.
Still, it was a drag, and it took until almost 11pm for G-, our 8yo, to finally pass out, and his usual bedtime is around 8pm (though it typically takes him 30 minutes or longer to finally go to sleep).
This morning I got ’em both up and took them to school at their usual time, insisting that they get back into the groove. K-, my 4yo, did great, actually, and made it through the entire day without once passing out or nodding off, rather to my astonishment. She was a wee bit more testy, perhaps, because of her fatigue, but really, it was a pleasure, and bedtime with her was the usual breeze, with her deep asleep by 7pm.
G-, on the other hand, is still awake tonight at 9:45pm, which is just crazy-making. We went to bed at 8pm, had lights out at about 8:25, and now, over an hour later, he’s still awake. Yes, he did come home from school early and promptly pass out on the couch for a deep 75 minute nap, but he was missing a few hours of sleep from last night so that didn’t surprise me at all.
But tonight, tonight he’s exhausted and while he’s drifting in and out of sleep, he’s still not actually asleep at this late hour and it’s frankly driving me batty!
We have the same bedtime ritual every night and when he’s more peaceful he’s really easy, with a lit candle, a chapter of some book we’re into, and then he’ll roll over and pass out. But the last few weeks have been harder and harder at bedtime and I’m rather at a loss.
There’s always some excuse, and to be fair, I do think he tries to go to sleep, but with allergies and a cold we’ve all been fighting for almost two weeks now, it’s really crazy-making, and a groggy, tired, G- is far less fun than a well-rested young man. And, yeah, I use “fun” loosely. There are other words I could use that would make this less of a G-rated weblog. 🙂
So anyone have suggestions for a different strategy for getting an 8yo to go deeply asleep in a prompt manner?
Oh, now it’s 9:51 and he’s standing on the steps, “scared”. Time to go…