My raging sore throat kept me on the sofa this weekend. The Christmas cards are seriously in peril of not happening on time. Whatever. I am quite certain that three year old sleep dysfunctions is responsible for my throat woes.

We’ve always gotten the kids to sleep early and without fuss around here. Sure we might forget to brush their teeth, but they were in bed before 8:00. For a while, they were asleep by 7:00. There’s some quality violent TV to watch and blogs to surf. The kids had to be in bed.

And they mostly complied with this rule, until a couple of months ago when Ian started sneaking into our beds in the middle of the night. Then he got used to sleeping next to warm bodies and he refused to go to sleep without one of us lying next to him. Soon, it was every night of letting him fall asleep next to us, transferring him to his bed, only to have him show up again one hour later.

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