In parenting, there are a few transitions that I put off as long as possible. Potty training is one of them. I hate that. The second is switching the kid to a toddler bed. I would put it off until they were in high school if I could.
However, Kitty fell out of her crib on Sunday. Correction: Kitty jumped out of her crib on Sunday. Don’t worry, she broke her fall with her face. I’m a good mom!
ANYWAY, after that unfortunate experience we decided it was time to lose the crib. I need to paint it before Lydia arrives, anyway. So, Mr. Darcy broke down the crib and helped bring the toddler bed into her room. And then remarkably, she laid right down in it and took a nap. And I got cocky thinking she would make this bed transition an easy one for me.
Last week Kitty had a fever for a few days and woke up in the middle of the night hot and miserable. She said in a sad little voice, “I sweep Mommy bed?” and how am I supposed to say “No” to that? As soon as we got into bed she curled her hot little body up into the curve of my back and wouldn’t budge. I was dying. The only time I’m ever hot at night is when I’m pregnant. I kept trying to creep further away from her, but she wouldn’t have it. I’d scoot away, she’d scoot back into me. I’d pick her up and move her into the center of the bed, and the whole thing would start over… Finally, I was trapped balancing on the edge of the bed and having hot flashes for the rest of the night.
But, she sure looked sweet in the morning with her pink little face.
So, back to the toddler bed situation… Sunday night we had a fireside at our house. I put Kitty in bed while it was going on. That is to say, I tried to put Kitty in bed. First she flipped out and starting screeching like a howler monkey. She was loud enough to summon Mr. Darcy from downstairs. He tried to help, but she was tired and a little bonkers by that point. After a bit of a struggle and probably a lot of threats, she laid down in bed.
And then when the meeting portion of the fireside was over and the eating portion was beginning, I thought I heard her door open. And then I was pretty sure I heard little footsteps. So, I hurried downstairs and tried to find a short little hobbit lurking amongst all the teenagers. She was in the kitchen, happily partaking in some refreshments. Smiling up at everyone in the kitchen and having the time of her life.
Finally, once everyone left she agreed to lay back down in bed… just an hour or two past her bedtime. Nap time Monday was no better. She kept coming out of her room, and I kept dragging her back in. Finally, she gave up and collapsed on her bedroom floor.
I miss the cage.