Actually neither to sleep, nor to dream.
Lovely little Marigold is officially being renamed Marigold the Menace. She no longer sleeps. Well, she does take a good long nap in the morning while the rest of us study, but at night she is up constantly climbing into Elphine and Gladys' bed and pulling their hair, biting them and, on occasion, pushing Gladys out. We have never hat this happen before and are stumped. So, after Matt wakes up from his turn having a nap, we're going to go rearrange the upstairs bedrooms yet again. This time, I guess, we'll put Elphine and Gladys and the baby (who now sleeps) together and leave Marigold in a blank room by herself with nothing to destroy.
"She'll be lonely" said Matt whistfully.
"That's not what you said in the middle of the night. You weren't worried about her being lonely."
"I know," he said and then fell completely asleep, mouth open, as if he was going to say something else.
I really miss sleep. I was beginning to like it, to think it was something I could do practically every night. Anyway, I think maybe we'll pray over her as well. And if the room arrangements don't work, I don't know what we'll do. Maybe sleep in shifts so that someone can always keep an eye on her. Boy, that sounds like a super terrible idea.
2 comments:
Is there a way to cage her? Crib, Pack'n'Play, straitjacket? We didn't let our older kid out of his crib until he was over three because he was a banshee crossed with a dervish if he wasn't contained.
Two words: Crib. Tent. Saved my life-- or rather, the life of my youngest when she began crawling out.
Hang in there. Our teeth have more skin that we realize. =)
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