Its past bed-time in The Fitzgerald home. I'm sitting in my daughters room/our living room,blogging in the dark listening to the clock and distant summer thunderstorm. I can't believe I haven't done this in forever and a day. A problem I intend to remedy. Starting Now!
Six nights out of 7, most weeks, means bed-time for everyone. Momma, Daddy, baby and all three dogs.
So why am I still up?
I had to put Josie in her bed.
Yes, from our bed to her bed.
“Oh no, she goes to sleep with you!”
“Yikes. Isn't that a bad habit that will be hard to break?”
Probably!
What time do we go to bed you ask and why all at once and why not stop this madness? Well I'll tell you.
With renovating a home comes good and scarafice. Since 2009 we have been without space. Living on top of one another can be challenging especially with 3 dogs. Thank God for a big yard and covered porch.
This is a small patch of grass. The yard is the behind the photographer. Its pretty big.
When Josephine was born we lived all together in the living room. Yep, we had a living room, den(which was our catch all) kitchen, small bathroom and one closet, just one! While I dreaded the thought of sleeping in the same room before her birth I could not have imagined it any other way looking back.
As David, a proven Jack-of-All-Trades, progresses with the renovation we have moved our bed to the den. Then this year to an actual bedroom with a closet, a walk-in closet he built for me. I love that man!
While we would put Josie to sleep in her room for nearly all of her first year she began to become aware and realize we were still up. She could also hear every move we made! Every sneeze, every dog bark, every dish clank was clear as a bell in this small space. It has been almost impossible to get her to go to sleep alone since her little “awakening.”
Since David has to get up well before the rooster crows, he started to lay down with Josie and hum her to sleep. While I would make the mad dash to get last minute chores done around the house, he'd, of course fall fast asleep himself, sometimes before her.
Their time together was so sweet I relished in listening to them and I couldn't stand to not be in the same room, for fear I may miss a smile or laugh. I too began to enjoy all of us getting into bed together to get the littlest Fitzgerald to sleep.
And so it continues, every night. Sometime between 8 and 9:30, I give up the race to get everything done and turn the lights down and all the noise off. We climb into our bed, "in our bedroom." We may read, talk, tickle, snuggle, jump around, sing, laugh and pray but we all end up holding each other and dreaming together. That is until someone gets kicked or pushed and then one of us gets up and puts Josie in her bed where she is pretty good about staying until she hears one of us up before the rooster crows.
