You're Feeling Well?

I've mentioned before that Turbo loves to have one of us in his bed as he falls asleep. I have come to love those cuddly moments (most of the time), although I can remember a time when putting Turbo to bed was the hardest job in the house. My husband and I spent many a night fiercely debating whose turn it was or wasn't to suffer that task.

But it's all good now. And yet I have to admit that I sometimes long for those movie scenes where a parent tucks a kid in, kisses their forehead and then walks out of the room as the kid drifts quickly and peacefully off to sleep. I am very curious if this will ever happen in our house.

At times when I've not been sleeping well, those cuddly, going-to-sleep evenings with Turbo usually end with me falling asleep in his bed. I find it annoying when this happens because my only alone time in a day is just after Turbo goes to bed and just before I hit the hay myself. Sometimes I allow myself 5 minutes, sometimes 50 minutes, but it's my time and I can do what I want. Plus, it's really hard on my sleep rhythms to fall asleep two different times a night. Ick.

To try to recapture some of that 'me time' I had to break the habit of falling asleep in Turbo's bed, which meant also breaking the habit of getting into his bed in the first place. It was easy enough to accomplish when I came down with a small cold.

As we walked into his bedroom, Turbo asked (as he always does), "Mom, you're coming in my bed?"

Me: "Not tonight, sweetie. I'm not feeling well." - I repeated this for a couple of nights, and then the habit was broken for a week or so. I sat outside his bed as he drifted off to sleep, clutching a Lighting McQueen car in each hand.

Tonight, Turbo asked again, "Mom, you're coming in my bed?"

Since I was in a cuddling mood, "Yes."

Turbo turned around and smiled, "You're feeling well?"

I laughed. "Yes, baby, I'm feeling well."