Midnight Play Time

“Mama? Mama? MaaaaaMaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!?” This is what I have woken up to for the past three nights at, yes – you guessed it, midnight. AND again at 1:30 am and yet again at 2:00 am. For some crazy and unknown reason my daughter has been spending half the night wide awake and ready to play. Last night when Jim went down to attend to her needs, wants, and every toddler middle-of-the-night desire she actually asked him if she could watch the “Wizard of Oz” (he said no.). She’s got nerve! If this doesn’t end soon I may have to sleep in my car, the dog house, or maybe even the basement just to get a good nights sleep.

Last night was the third night in a row that we suffered through these post bedtime theatrics. At midnight, when the screaming and demand for play began, I rocked her, soothed her, and gently laid her back in bed. At 1 am I tried reasoning with her, covering her with her favorite blanket and singing her favorite songs (off-key of course, just the way she likes it). By 2 am I was begging and pleading with her to pleeeeeeze, pleeeeeeeeze go to sleep. I was getting desperate. Last night there was a special encore performance around 3:30am that had me marching into her room and declaring that this was the final trip I would make to her bedroom. I plopped her onto her back, threw the blanket over her head and marched out of her room determined to get some sleep.

That is when the howling and screaming began. That is when she began shouting, “No! No! No! Down. Down. Down.” That is when I considered crying myself to sleep. Instead, I lowered the volume on the baby monitor and inserted ear plugs. Oh, I could still hear her shouting her demands, but she was a bit muffled and far, far away sounding. I closed my eyes and went to my happy place. I thought about my ideal vacation and concluded it would be a luxurious hotel room with a comfortable bed and sound proof walls. I could probably sleep for a week straight and never grow tired of the novelty of uninterrupted, deep sleep. Dreams don’t last for very long though, especially when your toddler wakes up just three hours later and is ready to get up for the day. This is my cue to crawl to the coffee maker and pour myself a few gallons. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that tonight will be the end to the romper room. If not, the dogs may have to make room for me.

3 thoughts on “Midnight Play Time”

  1. Morgan went through a period like this at her age. My mom told me to stop getting up with her and she would stop. She did once she realized it wasn't working anymore. I hope she grows out of this stage quickly for you! 🙂

  2. I am getting close to ignoring her in the night. It's not always easy to figure out the right thing to do! It's like choosing between sleep and guilt. Sometimes I get so tired I sleep right through it. I hope she gets out of it too!

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