It’s 9pm and he’s still not asleep.
He won’t go to sleep without one of us laying with him. I’ve been up here since 8pm. Me and DH don’t get any proper evening together, it’s so hard.
He has plenty of exercise: swimming, walking in the countryside where we live, jumping on the trampoline, he’s like a Duracell bunny, constantly on the go.
Even after school when I think he’ll be exhausted it’s the same.
What also makes it worse is that he comes into our bed every night between 12am and 1:30am. I can count on one hand the amount of nights he’s spent in his own bed all night. We try the whole putting him back in his own bed but he then wakes up again about 20 mins later. So for the sake of both our sanities and desperate for sleep we just let him come in, once he’s in our bed he sleeps through until the morning.
He also wakes up at 6am every morning, this week it’s even been 5:45am. And that’s after going to sleep past 9pm. The crazy thing is that he doesn’t seem tired either! He never crashed out, he’s not particularly grumpy. Sometimes a little after school.
His bedtime routine is as follows:
Bath, two stories of his choice in bed, lights out and night light on, he listens to his tonie box character while he goes to sleep too.
I’m hating my life at the moment. It’s putting a wedge between DH and I too as we don’t get any time together. I get angry at DS sometimes like I did tonight and then I feel bad because he obviously can’t help it, but it’s totally draining us. I dread bedtime, like when he was a newborn. He’s never slept well, he hardly napped as a baby and toddler. I had to drive him around in the car during the day to get him off to sleep, any tiny movement would wake him.
He’s very clever, talks constantly during the day and wants to know everything.