Posted by I’m a little bit groggy today. The OddDaughter is still waking up through the night. The good thing – if there is one – is that she now stays in bed instead of walking into our bedroom. When she did walk into the room it used to scare me a little if I was deep in sleep. You know those cliched movie tropes where there’s the long haired figure standing at the end of the bed while you sleep? It can be like that.
But yeah, she’s passed that stage… for now. Now she stays in bed and shouts “Daddy, daddy, daddy” until I wake from my slumber and get further away from my dreams. Dreams of sleeping. In fact, I once dreamt I fell asleep at work… that shows how exciting my imagination can be.
When I get to her room, it’s then a battle of wits. Me trying to convince the OddDaughter to go back to sleep whilst I sit at the end of the bed so I can make a getaway at the right time. And the OddDaughter trying to convince me to lie down with her in bed. I tried everything from promising her 3 mini eggs the next day (that’s a lot for me, I don’t share mini eggs) to demanding to take tv away from her the next day. Not my finest moment I have to say – it was the middle of the night, and I was tired.
My own fault – I stayed up to watch the 2004 Mean Girls movie. Thoroughly enjoyable. Amazingly it was the first time I’ve watched it – but with all the song and dance (literally) around the new Mean Girls movie, I thought I’d give the original a watch. I quite like how unpredictable it was at times – not the usual template of a chick flick.
Anyway – back to the bedtime routine. In the end, the OddDaughter won. I found myself randomly waking up in the night not knowing where I was. Then it dawned on me I must have fallen asleep as I sat next to her. It’s an odd feeling, waking up not knowing where I’ll be the next time. It’s like I suffer some sort of memory loss and don’t quite realise how I got to where I was. Very jarring.
Yes. My life is a horror movie.
The net-curtains on her four poster bed really don’t help either. I usually end up getting tangled in them when I get out of bed. Like getting stuck in a large spider web. The horror continues.
One thing I will say is – in my time co-sleeping with the OddDaughter – I’ve become quite accustomed to rain noise for sleep music. When I finally sleep in my own bed it just feels too quiet. Until Mrs OddFather starts snoring. Then I wish for the silence again. She probably won’t appreciate me outing her like this. Too late, there’s no such thing as a delete key when I type. Still – it’s better than when Mrs OddFather decides to elbow me when I snore. And then I wonder why my body aches so much when I wake…