Remember this post?
Well, last night we moved the bed back to Ainsley's room. I had been thinking I wanted to try it, but our nights and weekends have been so busy that I really didn't think it would happen until the end of this month.
But then, last night Ainsley...I mean, I'm almost afraid to type it...ASKED to move her bed back.
Clif and I both stared at her dumbfounded for a few minutes, then immediately moved the bed before she could change her mind.
So she got her new unicorn pillow pet, her new LED night light, and today she gets a sticker towards going to Chuck-E-Cheese.
And bedtime went perfectly. No serious tears, there are always whines and fake tears. No getting out of bed. No 5 million bathroom trips. No fights. No screams.
I went upstairs an hour later and she was asleep...in her bed...by herself. I asked Clif to slap me to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
I wonder if her bus driver is slipping her happy pills. Maybe her teacher is hypnotizing her. Because seriously, not in a million years could I have dreamed of this happening! I was sure the move would be painful, and may not even work until she was 22 or so.
These kids keep me on my toes, that's for sure.
