I just thought I'd share though.
Most of my young and adult life I've had trouble getting to sleep. I attribute some of it to my wild imagination and have no answers for the rest of it.
When J and I started dating. you know, so by the 2nd or 3rd date I had moved in and was sleeping in the same bed. We had SOOO much to talk about. We could talk all day and night about our lives. It was all interesting and wonderful and NO WAY, you drank at the hotel after the state championships basketball game with your roommates, (drool, gaze) tell me more. I can still remember that new feeling.
ANY WAYS. What I realized was her stories were putting me to sleep. :) ha ha ha Not because they weren't interesting, pointing out the drooling gazing over every word, but it relaxed me. Her voice was so calming and I was in such a good place and so happy and so in love that off I'd go.
This became a routine. Each night I would usually use my cutest whiniest (it's always cute in the beginning) voice and pull her out of her first session of REM sleep to tell me a story. It wasn't long (4 years later) before she ran out of stories. I had her repeat some of my favorites but even that got old...and I started questioning her as I felt like some of the details had changed....or so I thought they did. hee hee
She was sick of defending her life stories...you know, that happened to her....to me who wasn't there and probably fell asleep half way through the first time around any ways. So we came up with another plan.
Our game, kind of.
If I Had 500 Million Dollars. basically an endless amount of money to do with whatever I chose.
We would talk about what houses we'd buy, where, cars, who we'd give money to, how we'd hide away......it was awesome. I was all about the stores I could shop in to decorate....J was off building some garage type warehouse that had mini race cars and a full sized basketball court and swimming pools and motorcycles. :)
We still do this some times for fun. Usually not at night because who the hell has time to talk let alone sleep with 5 kids. It seems like there's always SOMEBODY who's up or needs to go potty or is scared OR heard the sprinklers come on so he jumps up in his crib (right next to our bed) and starts yelling, "MOM ! pause MOM ! J !" (yes he calls mommy J- J it's pretty darn cute) until J finally acknowledged him and said, "what" he points at the window, "wah-ah" to which mommy J says, "yip, water buddy, go back to sleep"
He was so excited that he did this for, ummmm, 20 minutes. I slept through 15 of them :) ha ha
I guess what I'm trying to say is that the cure for insomnia is children. And then it's not because you CAN'T go to sleep, it's the kids that don't let you sleep. And instead of taking a sleeping pill we should be giving them. Or that's my idea. If you have a better one, please share. ;-)
I have since carried this tradition on with Sydney. Only now we build cool and fun rooms in our house. We have a bubble room, a trampoline room, a room with foam squares to jump in, a slide from Syd's bedroom window that goes down to the pool, a room that has every kind of candy and ice cream ever made...our own little ice cream shop.
It takes her mind off of whatever seems to be racking it at the time and moves her to a happier place. It seems to work. (still having night terrors, but not the nightmares that we were struggling with)
Everyone is asleep right now. I'm going to go build a house with my wife and then turn in. :)
Good night.
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