We had a great weekend, the weather really did get warm enough to play outside, although it was muddy and windy. The dog got so coated in mud playing with his doggie posse that I had to take him straight to the self-wash at Petco, and literally took 20 minutes to get all the mud off. Every time I thought the water was starting to run clean another clump of mud would fall lose from between his toes or under his belly. Now he's all soft and snuggly.
We've been having a bit of a sleeping issue at our house. For me, I have for years had problems with my legs jerking in the evening and at night, and now thanks to the pharmaceutical marketing engine that is Eli Lilly, it has a name: Restless Leg Syndrome. My husband calls me the Egg Beater. Its been better in the last few years since I was doing the yoga regularly, but since dropping that last fall and then starting this new anti-depressant I've been on, its back, and with a vengeance. Problem is, the drugs they make for RLS? Give me a hangover that rivals my worst night ever of college binging. Just the headache portion, without the vomiting. So, no. But it has kept me from sleeping soundly, so that even though I sleep I wake up exhausted. And it keeps my husband awake, too, as about every 15-30 seconds I jerk and kick him. We may have to start sleeping in different beds, like Ricky and Lucy.
Compound this with Will coming into our bed every night for a few weeks now, either having had a nightmare or just waking up afraid of something. Usually I let him snuggle for a minute or two, then I get up and walk him back to his bed. This was happening maybe 3-4 times per night, at the worst. We rearranged his room to give it some excitement, something different, and he was really excited about his new room and his bed being in a better place where he could see the door, in case someone was coming through it, you know. But it didn't work, he was still scared.
Finally instead of coming to me bed, he started going and getting in bed with his brother. Drew has a double bed where Will only has a twin, and so Will would sneak in there, snuggle up with his brother and sleep peacefully until the morning. I have been willing to let this go because A, at least he's not waking me up, and B. Drew doesn't seem to mind. Or at least he didn't for a while. But, then what started happening was Will wanted to start out in Drew's bed, instead of migrating there in the middle of the night. But there was too much giggling and talking and not enough settling down, so we disallowed that after the weekend.
Yesterday Drew told me he wanted his bed to himself again. So we told Will patiently that maybe over the weekend he could sleep in Drew's bed, but that on school nights everyone needs to sleep in their own beds, the end. Nobody bad or scary is coming to get him, we're all here together, he can do it. He promised he would try.
But once again last night he came to get in bed with me. And once again I walked him back to his room, only he panicked and ducked past me, running down the hall to his brother's room. I followed him down the hall, and in the dark saw him slide under the covers and snuggle up next to his big brother. Drew rolled over, threw his arm over him, and said, half asleep, "Its okay, Will. I'm here."
I left them there to sleep. This morning Drew said it was no big deal, he doesn't really care of Will comes in the middle of the night, he just doesn't want him there bothering him when he's trying to fall asleep, as Drew falls asleep easily and Will takes a while to settle down.
Despite the daylight hours in which they fight and scream and beat on each other constantly, they have a connection that life will not alter. I thrive on this. Whenever I doubt they will ever learn to play nicely together or not push each other's buttons or freak out when one is getting attention the other is not. I know that when no one is watching, they will snuggle and take comfort in each others presence, the big brother offering leadership, and the little brother feeling safe.