Something I have dreamed of for a while now.
No, not a new knife set! Or my old one sellling (which it did, and I did fare it well!)
I. Got. A. Sleep. In.
When I say “sleep in”, I mean I was still woken at Supid O’Clock by crying baby and a husband that wasnt’ in my bed, and a nine year old that wasy, and woken again at 6am ish by aforementioned baby, and demanded sleeping 9 year old go deal with it, then half an hour later by 7 year old who decided he needed to climb into bed with us and put cold bits on everyone and bounce around a lot, and then listened to them “quietly” plotting and scheming when I told them to go watch some TV or play Wii or climb a tree or chase cars or something that a) wasn’t in my bed, b) wasn’t in the vicinity of my bedroom and c) that I couldn’t hear.
I was allowed to lie in my bed, undisturbed for some hours.
Abscence of husband was partly due to fact that when he got home from work he found 9 year old lying in his spot, a result of said child deciding he needed to read with me, and as I was feeling crap I fell asleep before him, therefore, didn’t tell him to go to his bed. As I didn’t actually communicate this to him, it was then, apparently, ok for him to stay in my bed because “You never told me!”
It was also partly, I think, due to the unbelievably hard work I put into getting this sleep in.
It commenced two weekends ago, when, again not well, I requested a sleep in, in a manner I felt was fairly explicit and considered I had communicated this message well. Apparenlty “I really, really need a sleep in. I’m not feeling well, and if I can just have a few hours uninterrupted sleep tomorrow morning, it would be greatly apprecaited” then provided a list of activities that could be done, and gave me peace, was not explicit nor explanatory enough.
Last weekend, I allowed Grumpy three days running of sleep in. I performed all the activities I had explained to him, including not letting the kids up that end of the house, shutting doors and keeping them doing quiet activities.
I pointedly explained to him, over a week, how a sleep in was given to another, drawing on examples of my behaviours the previous weekend and how simple they were.
It culminated, and thus I think I found a way to elucidate my needs, when, due to extreme fatigue and feeling like shit, I had a meltdown and screaming tantrum and asked “which part of “I needa fucking sleep in” do you not understand?” Several hours of that and I think he got the point.
It was hard work, but worth the effort!