100 steps to bed…

One of our sleep deprived Frugi parents gives us an insight in to their bedtime routine…

For some, a stress free successful bedtime routine is an actual reality, but one I fear I will never achieve, here is my 100 steps to bed…(or more…I can’t count when I’m tired!)

Sleep has become a mysterious and elusive long lost friend since the little person joined the bedtime routine, did I say joined? I meant turned any distant memory of how ‘once upon a time’ bedtime was, upside down. A relaxing bath, a nice cuppa curled up in bed with my nose in a good novel (the trashier the better) or just literally jumping into bed and closing my eyes and ACTUALLY sleeping were all possibilities…

So our general bedtime routine begins post dinner after a quiet (yeah right) play session with Thomas and Friends which transcends into watching some Adel or Sam Smith music video for a little sing along (which is mainly a tactic to distract him whilst one of us puts Thomas to bed) and then it’s off for bath time, we lather up the lavender body wash hoping that it encourages a drowsy feeling, though the splashing and bubble blowing suggests otherwise, a nice warm towel to be snuggled up in (cuddle dry is our favourite) then into some super soft Frugi PJ’s, perfect for encouraging sleep with no itchy neck labels and snuggly organic cotton (I think that was a sufficient sales push ;-)) Even with Frugi PJs on offer getting dressed again after bath time is always a challenge, as naked dancing is so much better!Beds (2)

Eventually he is tucked up and chatting to his dinosaur bedding characters ready for ‘Duck in a Truck’ to be read, I ask him for the umpteenth time if he Duck in a truckwould rather have another book..any other book…but that one, the one we have now read so many times I don’t even need the book to read from, the answer, as always is ‘no…Duck in a Truck’. So like a trooper I plough through the book with as much enthusiasm as I can muster, we begin the next stage of 100 steps to bed which is very similar to a game of grannies footsteps, I sit there like a calm soothing hawk, not taking my eyes off him for a second because as soon as I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel (20 minutes in front of the TV half watching anything BUT In the Night Garden) AHA he’s caught me out and I’m back at the beginning starting Duck in a Truck all over again!

 

So finally he’s asleep hardly daring to breathe I tiptoe back to the living room where I  know I should clear away the toys and pop some washing on like the productive parent does, but my eyes are firmly locked in on the couch and it has honestly never looked so happy to see me!

I would love to hang a go pro from my ceiling to show why I have bags under my eyes, why I don’t always have a well co-ordinating outfit or why 3 cups of coffee are not considered a luxury but an essential before I can even start to function! thomas-and-friends-train-wallpaper

I know I am blessed, there are those moments when little one climbs into bed eyes shut at 4am and finds his way onto my chest, not one part of him lying on the actual bed, and I feel myself melt, his small warm body like a mini radiator, with the most comforting beat of his heart beating over mine…I almost get lulled into thinking wouldn’t another one be lovely…then it happens, the moment of bliss is over as he wriggles in to a new position, no longer content, there’s an elbow here and a knee there and I wonder how did he ever fool me? This isn’t a new pattern, it’s like clockwork, I know we should get up and put him back in his own bed, but this encourages him to wake up properly and then we would descend into a world of Thomas and Friends (I wish I could bring myself to make Thomas’s new bed the dustbin…he’d get over it right?) so we let him stay half asleep, climb in with us and then try our hardest to sleep with his little feet in our faces (seriously how do they do that?!)

Just as everyone settles and I can feel myself drifting back to the land of nod my arch enemy Alarm Clock screeches at us that it’s time to get up…

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