Sometimes you just have to accept defeat. Last week, I declared a battle against the cubs and my goal of getting them out of our bed here.
I started out strong…ready to lose sleep if needed, to reach my goal. It was wonderful waking up in bed to just PB on Monday morning! I escorted Cubs 3 and 4 back to their room twice that night. Unfortunately, Cub 4 woke up with a high fever and after pumping her with meds all day and night, it just would not go away. After a trip to Patients First, it was determined that Cub 4 had an ear infection. Sick baby cubs always end up in our bed because I like to keep them close (casualty #1). PB left for Memphis on Tuesday (casualty #2) and it just didn’t make sense to the cubs that I should have to sleep in our big bed all by myself! PB being out of the equation made it easy for Cub 3 to crawl into bed on his side without me even knowing! By Thursday, I was a walking zombie but still had a little fight left in me. Also, by Thursday Cub 4’s antibiotic had kicked in and the fever was gone, so she went back to her room. Sleep was wonderful until we had the worst thunderstorm(s) of the summer so far (casualty #3). The first ear-splitting boom of thunder escorted Cub 4 into my room, the next boom brought in Cub 1, and still another boom brought in Cub 3. Cub 2, miraculously, slept through it all!
So, I’m done. I need to re-assess, re-group, and re-energize myself to get ready for another battle…but for now the score is Cubs – 1, MB – 0. Would love to hear some suggestions for round two!
Peace and Blessings!