I Guess You Could Say I'm A Hypocrite

So, when my hubby travels for work, I pretty much have a revised nightly routine.  Sure, I get to watch a bit more of that senseless reality television since he’s not here to ridicule me for it.  But, most of the revisions to my routine revolve around the fact that I’m pretty much a fraidy cat when he’s not here at night.

So, I make sure the outside lights are on, in addition to a few lights downstairs.  I set the house alarm as soon as my dog has taken her last trip outside to perform her duties.  And, last but not least, my dog sleeps right by my side in his absence.  I also run a fan to drown out any “strange” noises that may keep me awake and wondering about their origin. 

Of course, before I get to settle in for the night, I also get to take over my hubby’s normal routine with the Little Guy.  I am blessed to have one of those hubbies that pretty much takes over once he walks in the door and we’ve eaten dinner.  They typically have some play time, bath time, fit in a pillow fight, read books and he's off to bed.  I usually get to check in on Little Guy, talk about his day and “relax” with him for a bit, once Daddy has finished.  So, while my hubby is gone, I take over the entire bedtime routine and really relish in it because it’s a treat for me to do this with him. 

Which leads me to a bit of a change in the whole routine that frankly, I’m not fond of.  Little Guy has been getting up quite often in the middle of the night lately.  You hear him as soon as his feet hit the floor.  He has a heavy step, just like his Momma.  He runs down the hallway into our room.  One of us gets out of bed and simply takes him back into his room, tucks him back in and he’s usually fine.  Lately, though, he’s been complaining of being frightened.  Doesn’t want to sleep alone.  Too scary.  Wants to know why he can’t sleep in bed with Mommy & Daddy.  “And, Shelby the Dog gets to sleep in here with you too.  It’s not fair that I have to sleep alone.”  We argued with him at first.  Told him he was a big boy and had to sleep in his big boy bed.  By himself.  It didn’t work – the waking was incessant. 

We decided, after his pleading, that he had a point.  So, a week or so ago, we decided to “let” Shelby the Dog sleep in his room with him.  By let, I mean we put her in there, with her dog bed, and close the door so she can’t get out.  She’s been a pretty good sport about it. And, Little Guy hasn’t been waking in the middle of the night as much, or complaining of being scared.  So, it seems everyone is happy. 

No, not really.  Which leads me to my point.  My hubby is away now and MY routine has been disrupted.  Shelby the Dog is now sleeping in Little Guy’s room.  And, guess who’s sleeping all by herself?  That would be me.  Not liking it. The fan isn’t cutting it on its own.  It’s not fair that I have to sleep alone.  I’m not sleeping well at all.  I’ve been getting up quite often in the middle of the night…