My three year old is in a stage I’ve grown to call the “Terrifying Threes” which is somehow much worse than the “Terrible Twos”. It comes from a multitude of new and angsty behaviors, but the most traumatizing has been his refusal to sleep. At all.
It’s like living with the Tasmanian Devil after he’s had a case of Red Bull. IT. NEVER. STOPS.
He’s learned this new thing where around 12:30 at night, he crawls out of bed and opens my door without making a sound.
Then, he pets my head and whispers, “Mommy, wake up.”
I can assure you, each night he wakes me up from the deepest point in my sleep cycle and I bolt out of my bed like I’ve been electrocuted.
I walk him back to his bed and tuck him in. We then proceed to spend the next 45 minutes reading every book on…
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