Tonight I am going to bed without a sore back for the first time in months, and I have my lovely Miss6 to thank for it.
We have four of the kids sleeping top and tail in the one room in two single beds at the moment. We don’t know how much longer we’ll allow them to keep it up but they LOVE it and they’re all so close because of the interaction.
Only problem is, when one wakes up, they all wake up.
Like fifteen minutes ago.
I was minding my own business, taping away on the keyboard and laughing at David Mitchell on Would I Lie To You? when suddenly all shit breaks loose in their bedroom. There’s crying, there’s screaming. I swear I heard a yelp.
“What’s going on?” I said, bursting into the room expecting monsters or vampires but more likely a moth.
Master8 was out of bed and Miss9 was sitting up cradling a petrified Miss3.
They were all looking at Miss6, who was just opening her eyes to look up at me.
“Hello, Daddy,” she said.
“What did you do?” I asked her.
“What do you mean?” she asked me. Then she looked at the others. “What’s wrong?”
“You went nuts!” said Master8.
“She sat up and said ‘No, you can’t do that! You can’t! You can’t have it!’ and was punching the air,” said Miss9.
Which can only mean one thing.
We’ve worked out if Miss6 needs to go to the loo she sleep walks and talks and carries on. I carry her and Miss3, who doesn’t sleep walk yet and simply converts her mattress to a water bed, to the bathroom every night before I go to bed. We’ve found it’s stopped the problem entirely. Only tonight I was running late.
I have been wondering lately, as I’ve rubbed heat cream into my aching back, whether Miss6 might be ready to try hold on all night, but it seems my daughter’s bladder is still the size of a pee.
“Time to go to the toilet,” I told Miss6. “And you can go too,” I said to Miss3.
Part of me, that would be the part of me which is my back, is thinking maybe I should let Miss6 wake everyone up every night when she needs to go to the loo, and that way I won’t have to carry her and her sister.
The more realist part of me is more concerned the odds are at some point Miss3’s bladder will need emptying first.
When not typing away over here and checking his stats every two minutes
Bruce Devereaux hangs out at his ‘BIG FAMILY little income’ Facebook Page.
’raising a family on little more than laughs’
We had the EXACT SAME problem with our Miss8. If we remember to have her go before bed (and no liquids an hour before bed) she is alright. Good luck!
You have sublime taste in comics Bruce, David Mitchell is one of the funniest men out there.
I love it when he opens his mouth. You’d think he’d been writing his responses all week, but they’re just spur of the moment comedic brilliance.