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that time we flipped her bed



Against the advice of the IKEA instruction manual, we did not wait until our child was 6 years old to convert her convertible bed from a regulation bed to a quasi loft bed. Somebody tell their lawyers we will take all responsibility for it.

What does this mean? Will she go back to going to bed by herself? We told her that we can't lie in the bed with her anymore because it won't support us. One day she will think to ask what kind of nonsense logic that is since it is the same bed that was on the floor just yesterday. Until then, though...

Will it make her go to bed any earlier? I was talking to a friend today and I mentioned that Kiddo was still up last night at 10:00. She asked, "You let her stay up that late? Our kid goes to bed at 7:30." What I didn't say was "Eff you, you come over and put her to bed at 7:30. See how you like sitting in her room for four hours waiting for her to fall asleep." Kiddo remains a night owl. A clingy, clingy night owl. Jet lag isn't helping. Will the new bed help? Stay tuned loyal reader(s).

Anyway, NEW BED! Sort of.

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Anonymous said…
I feel your pain. We gave up and put a roll away cot in our room. Our deal was our little one had to go to sleep on her own, when she woke up, she had to come in to our room quietly please, and get in her roll-away on her own. She came in every night from the time she was 3 ish until the summer she was about to go into 4th grade. First it was noisy, then we all got used to in and she only need extras every now and then. THere's so much more to share on this story but we can get into it in approximately 12 days, but who is counting?
xo
la
6:48 PM
Anonymous said…
P.S. Even Doctor Ferber told us to give up. Good times. Good times.
6:49 PM
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