Not too long ago, we switched Lillian, my two-year-old daughter, to a toddler bed. Things went super great for awhile until she fully realized she could get out of her bed at any time she wanted. We’ve had many a night recently where she gets out shortly after I put her and Levi in bed. She gets up, turns the light back on, grabs some toys for her to play with and, bless her heart, throws some toys into Levi’s crib as well so he can also play while they’re, ya know, not sleeping.
Lils has also been having a weird couple of weeks where most nights she’s been waking up around 1 or 2 a.m., crying, and knocking on her bedroom door for someone to come get her. You see, she can’t quite open doors yet which is both a blessing and a curse. I love the fact I can still trap my kids in their room at night, but my mommy heart breaks a little when I wake up to the sound of her crying and turning the door knob in an attempt to come get me. The situation is always so sad and my mommy guilt had a great idea as to how to solve this dilemma.
I decided that when I went to bed, I would open the kids’ bedroom door a crack and keep mine open. That way, if she woke up, she could just come into my room and get me or climb into my bed. I expected my Mom of the Year award to arrive soon after I had this awesome idea.
Except that it totally backfired and I had to write “Return to Sender” on my award when it finally came.
The first night I did it, I woke up in the morning and realized I was in bed alone. Hallelujah! She slept through the night! Finally!
I got out of bed, put on my slippers, and headed out to the kitchen to make my morning coffee to find…
Lillian. With her pillow. Asleep on the living room floor.
That was not part of my plan.
There was a pile of toys next to her, some couch cushions had been moved, and the step stool in the kitchen was not where I put it the night before.
On one hand, at least she didn’t get seriously injured, and she did actually fall asleep. On the other hand, what am I supposed to do?! I can’t have her wandering the house at all hours!
This moment of parental inadequacy has been brought to you by toddlers: the smartest people I know under four feet.