Every mother would know how frustrating it can be to get your children to go to bed. Of all my six kids, I was blessed to have… just ONE baby who could sleep on her own in her cot. That was my number Five. I had to carry, pat, rock, dance and do all sorts of somersaults for the others to sleep. I’m still doing it right now, if you’re doing the math. (Please remember that I have six kids because sometimes, I can’t do it for myself and I need reminders.)
My number Six happens to be an extremely light sleeper who also gets easily distracted while nursing. A tiny bit of sound would put an end to boob time. The sound of a motorbike zooming past my house (and I resent this to no end!) would wake her up from her peaceful slumber.
This afternoon, we were interrupted twice by my number Five while I was trying to get number Six to nap. I don’t think you’re interested in the details but an hour and a quarter later, both were asleep and THIS is finally my peaceful moment… for awhile, that is. I still have three… I mean, five?… no… how many kids do I have, again?