One of Those Nights: No Sleep, Cats Meowing, and a Shoe Horn in Bed

Let me tell you, last night was one of those nights. You know the ones I’m talking about – where you’re up all night, shuffling between kids who, for whatever reason, have decided that sleep is overrated. Between bizarre demands, strange bed companions, and not being allowed to sleep on my side, I’m running on pure caffeine and the promise of peace tonight when they go to their dad’s.

It Started With the Room Being “Too Quiet”

First off, one kid kicked off the madness by declaring their room was too quiet. Like, really? In what universe is silence a problem at 2 a.m.? Apparently, in mine. So, being the ever-dedicated mum, I found myself playing YouTube videos of cats meowing – on repeat. Yep, instead of the peaceful white noise of ocean waves or gentle rain, my night became a symphony of meows. And it worked…for about five minutes before they needed something else.

Enter the Shoe Horn

Meanwhile, my other child was having nightmares – nothing new, but this time, she insisted on taking her shoe horn to bed. Yes, a shoe horn. Why? I have no idea. But she clung to that thing like it was a magic wand that would keep the bad dreams away. The shoe horn didn’t stay in her bed, though – oh no, that thing made its way into my bed when she ended up crashing with me.

Now, imagine trying to sleep with a kid on one side, a shoe horn poking you in the ribs, and constant demands for me to lay flat on my back. Apparently, my child decided that me sleeping on my side was just unacceptable. Let me tell you, trying to sleep without moving or turning over once is basically torture.

Zero Sleep. Zero Sanity.

It was one of those nights where I got absolutely no sleep. Between the meowing soundtracks, the midnight migration to my bed, and the no-side-sleeping policy enforced by my tiny sleep dictator, I spent more time staring at the ceiling than I did actually resting. Oh, and did I mention the shoe horn? Because that thing was wedged between us all night like some awkward third party in a bad movie.

By the time morning rolled around, I was done. Physically, mentally, emotionally – done. But here’s the silver lining: the kids are heading to their dad’s tonight, and I am planning to use every second of my free time wisely.

Prepping for Weekend Relaxation

So, I’ve already started doing all the chores early. Laundry? Done. Dishes? Clean. House? Semi-tidy (let’s not get too ambitious here). I’m cranking out all the mum duties now because once they’re gone, I’m doing absolutely nothing this weekend. I’m talking Netflix, takeout, and the kind of laziness that only a sleepless mum can fully appreciate.

No cats meowing. No shoe horns. Just me and my bed.

Here’s to surviving the sleepless nights and embracing the quiet weekends!

Parents, do your kids ever have those nights where nothing makes sense? Share your most bizarre bedtime moments in the comments. Misery loves company!