Thursday, March 1, 2012
My 4-year old kept me and my husband up pretty much ALL night last night, due to his bad dream. Yes, I understand that this is a normal part of parenthood. But I don't think he understands that it makes Mommy and Daddy complete zombies for the 24 hours following a sleepless night.
So this evening we're getting ready to head upstairs to get ready for bed, and I realize he's following me...like seriously less than 2 steps behind me, to the point that I actually stepped on the little guy when I turned around!
He finally let loose and told me that his bad dream involved the "Big Bad Wolf" saying "really horrible things that he was going to do to us." Luckily, I was ready with a (hopefully) fool-proof plan.
I had painted the first coat of paint in my son's room earlier today, as we're getting it ready to become the nursery for our next kid, due in April. So...thinking on my toes, I told him that animals, ESPECIALLY wolves, HATE the smell of fresh paint, and they will run howling the other way if they even catch a WHIFF of paint.
...And he was asleep 5 minutes later. Sometimes my level of Mommy genius surprises even myself.