Self Inflicted Chaos

Last week we moved Preston's bed into Tyson's bedroom officially making it

'The Big Boys Room'.

We need Preston's room for the new baby.

This is the last big transition before the baby comes in two months.

Part of me wanted to move Preston a month ago, and part of me has been dreading it.

I wanted to move him early so that I would have plenty of time to get the bedroom ready for a newborn again.

But

I have been dreading it because I knew it was going to completely mess with sleep schedules. Before the switch I could easily put both boys to bed in their own room and let them fall asleep on their own. Bedtime took 30 minutes, tops. Each room was set up to meet each boys' needs.

It was lovely.

Not anymore. Preston has forgotten that he is able to fall asleep on his own. He has also forgotten how to stay in bed. I've done my best at "Preston proofing" the room, yet Preston still finds ways of wreaking havoc when left in there alone. He is able to turn to the light on and off, he has started climbing the dresser to turn off the CD player, etc. He now takes 90+ minutes to put to bed at night. He isn't falling asleep at night until 10 pm or later. Yet, he is still the first person awake in the morning.

I am going crazy.

I am hoping he settles into this new routine soon because my patience is wearing thin.

Very, very thin.

Each day I learn from my mistakes and make adjustments.

(hiding stuffed animals that laugh and/or pray, adding and then removing the nightlight, increasing and decreasing the amount of time I stay with him, etc.)

Someday I will get it right, I hope.