My children have created an elaborate scheme to play mind games with Sir and I. They pretend like they don’t like each other, but they secretly plot in their room at night.
Our 10 month old son is finally sleeping through the night. I say it like that because our older son was sleeping through the night at around six weeks old. He spoiled us. So, needless to say, we were very happy to get the chance to sleep through the night again. Our play in the evenings was often hampered as we both knew that we would be up at least once or twice. With him giving us uninterrupted sleep, we could justify staying up later. The idea that we could scene and play on a more regular basis was excited. But that would be far too easy.
No, seeing that my younger son was letting up on his attacks, my older son has sprung into action. In the last three days he has stretched his bedtime ritual to two hours of whining, screaming, and crying. We head upstairs to get the kids around for bed around 8pm. The baby is usually quite willing to go to sleep by this point. But our three year old has a potty, teeth brushing, pajama finding series of activities. Then he wants to ‘play games’, which is usually a few rounds of hide and seek throughout the upstairs. And when I say hide and seek, I mean that he will hide under the covers on our bed in a lump and giggle while Sir pretends not to find him. It’s actually adorable.
But once the ritual is over and we read a few books, he used to have no problem getting covered up in bed and falling asleep within ten or fifteen minutes. The entire process being complete by 9pm or sooner if we got to go outside and run around after dinner. Now, however, his claims of ‘I’m not tired’ and ‘I need water’ ring on. He is up and down out of bed for endless reasons or no reason at all. It’s honestly more tiring than any physical exercise. The emotional energy it takes to calm him down or attempt to reason with him (a fruitless endeavor) is staggering. Sir and my intimate time has come to a screeching halt. By the time we get him settled all thoughts of sexy activities have been replaced my sheer exhaustion. Then we both wake feeling unsatisfied and distant (just physically distant, emotionally we’re fine). We haven’t had the chance to scene in a while though and it’s surprising, even to me, what an affect that has had on us both.
But the way that one son can ease off and another can increase the pressure is probably a tactic that we should learn to expect. In fact, the idea that I am surprised by this should tell you what a young mother I am. But I still maintain that they are working together on this. He just pretends that the baby bothers him.
Maybe DomCon would like them to give a talk next year on mind-fucks. They could lead quite a discussion. As long as they have snacks, and you don’t mind if the baby nods off.