The Daily Dilemma
It seems that pretty much every day of my life contains some sort of situation or decision that is worthy of the label "dilemma" to me. I'm sure this has nothing to do with the fact that I'm a little bit of a stresser-outer when it comes to basically every aspect of life...from what to cook for dinner to the best college savings plan for our children. (Ha! As if we'll ever save enough money to send four kids to college. The good news is Maddie has at least enough money to cover her books for that first semester. What a relief!)
So, the huge, insermountable, life-altering dilemma in front of me this week is (drum roll, please): Where in the world is this new baby of ours going to sleep? Compared to the majority of the world, we live in a mansion. Somehow, though, to this spoiled American girl, it doesn't seem quite as spacious as I imagine a mansion would be. Factor in three boys in one room, two of whom rarely sleep through the night (that would be one who has never slept through the night and one who does only when the other one gets up four times) and who both also like to make quite a bit of racket before they submit to sleep, and the house seems even smaller.
Seeing as sleep feels like an impossible dream to me right now (you know, like finding 7 million dollars on your front doorstep), I'm doing whatever I can to ensure that it is interrupted as little as possible. Or maybe I'm not, since I'm typing this paragraph at 11:53pm. Okay, maybe I could make a few better choices, but the point of all this is that Sam needs a new sleeping arrangement. The poor child is about to bust out of the bassinet he's in, but his crib is just so far away for this sleepy mama to walk to in the middle of the night when he decides he cannot go on without his snack. Not only that, but the last thing I want to add to a hungry infant at 3am is a grumpy toddler who wakes up and refuses to go back to sleep in his bed. Just for fun, let's add in a five-year-old whose disposition is more dependent on adequate sleep than anyone I've ever known, and you have the potential for a nighttime disaster.
One of our options is to use the pack n' play in our room for Sam. But, honestly, I don't want to look at an ugly pack n' play everyday and the "mattress" is just ridiculously thin and it's hard to gently transfer a sleeping baby down into it without falling in head first yourself.
The next option would be to throw caution to the wind and risk our (uh, that would be MY) precious sleep by throwing Sam in the room with Grumpy and Grumpier and seeing how it all plays out for a few days. That just scares the dickens out of me.
The only other thing we can think of is to do fruit basket turnover with the furniture in our house in an attempt to put the crib in our room. I'll be honest. That just goes against so many of my principles as a parent and a person who likes to be able to say I've spent at least a couple hours a day alone with my husband without sweet monkeys climbing all over us, even if we are sleeping the whole time. I do NOT, repeat do NOT want to have a kid sleeping in our room with us for the next five years. I'm just afraid that somehow we'd never make the transition to Sam joining the Boy Bungalow.
I think the one takeaway from this whole situation would be: I need to try to tone down my over-thinking-everything level just a tad. But, seeing as how that's not likely to happen anytime in this milennium, how about you all (and by you all, I mean all three of you who have taken the time to click on my blog and then been bored enough with your life to read to this point) put your two cents in and help this poor mama make a decision. New options are also welcome, as long as they don't involve buying a bigger house - unless you're willing to make a sizeable contribution to the Bonds Need a Bigger House for All These Kids Fund.)
Help me! Before this funny guy's bassinett collapses underneath him from all his yummy chubbiness.
Am I the only one who thinks he looks like a deranged elf in this picture? Of course, I mean that in the nicest way.