Granted I am not sleeping well these days, but it is harder when my six-year-old climbs in bed with me. At 2:00 a.m. this morning he came in and said "I need a drink of water". Ugh. It's easier when he just climbs in and I can roll over and go back to sleep.
We went into the bathroom and fortunately there is a full moon so we didn't turn on the light. He drank 2 glasses of water, which made me think I should make him go to the bathroom so he wasn't up in another hour soaking wet.
He even went back to sleep in his own bed, or so I thought. Two hours later he was at the bedside again. This time it was bad dreams so I scooted over and he snuggled up even put his arms around me so that I couldn't roll away. (which I usually do) Must have been bad.
I really struggled to get him awake today he was obviously up for most of those 2 hours after the water the poor kid. Daddy carried him downstairs and sat at the table hoping he would wake up for breakfast. I finally went over to give him a kiss and said "It's time to wake up."
He opened his eyes and stretched. I told him I was sorry that he had bad dreams. He said, "It was really bad. I couldn't get back to my real life. I couldn't get back to the real you. My eyes wouldn't open so I was stuck in the dream where bad things were happening."
Such poignant words from a 6 year-old, some days I feel like if I could just open my eyes all the bad stuff would just go away.
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