Every once in a while something pops into my head and I wonder why in sam hill I hadn't thought of it before.
Totally OT: I'm this close to going back to my spikes in my hair. Yeah, it was a pain in the butt to grow out, but I'm back to hate, hate, hating my hair again.
Two things dawned on me early last week. #1 was "why the hell do I keep the small trash can in my bedroom (for my PB cup wrappers, of course) all the way across my bedroom where I have to walk to throw them away past Kevin, the bionic ear boy, while he's sleeping instead of, you know, keeping it closer to my bed?" So, after I put him to bed, I walked over and picked up the trash can and placed it on my side of the curtain in the room. Remember that.
#2 was "if I wake him up as I enter the room because the door makes a "cracking" sound...the sound a door makes if the paint wasn't dry when you first shut it *rolling eyes*...why don't I leave it open just a tiny smidge so, when I go to bed, it doesn't wake him up?"
So I tried it. The very first night I went up and opened the door and crept into the room. Not a sound was made. He stayed asleep. WooHoo! I tiptoed across the dark room, around the back of my bed, feeling quite pleased with myself when I promptly kicked the empty (thank goodness) trash can clear across the room. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thumpity thump. Cripes. I froze in mid step and waited while holding my breath. The boy did. not. stir. What?! How can he wake up with a little cracking sound every freakin' night and sleep through, what sounded like, Armageddon?! Freakin' weird kid.
So...anyway...it is working (knocking, like a crazed woman, on wood). He is sleeping through the night! Nirvana, I tell ya. He's also been sleeping in later and not getting up until between 8 & 9AM.
It's a beautiful thing.