…and GeekBaby is sound asleep in my bed. Oh, sure, I could move him to his bed. But by sunrise he’ll be back in ours, if not long before. Sometimes the thump thump thump of feet in the hall wake me. Others, I wake up with a start an a yell. The rest of the time he ninjas in without Mike or I noticing… until hard little feet start kicking us in the kidneys and one of us retreats to the couch.
Yes, it’s wearing on us as much as it sounds.
I just don’t know what to do. If he wakes up in the middle of the night, that’s it, he ends up in our bed. Trying to put him back in his own bed results in uncalmable tears, similar to a night terror except that he calms right down if we left him sleep between us.
I keep hoping he’ll grow out of it, but there’s no sign of it happening anytime soon. And in the meantime we’re getting pretty tired over here.