Apparently, the Earth's orbit has shifted. The planets aligned. Hell froze over.
My redhead slept through the night. Again.
This is huge. HUGE. Because it's never ever happened before.
And even better, he wants it to happen again. Seriously. He said so himself. I was putting him to bed, and he said, "Mom, you can sleep with me one more time, and then I'm going to do it by myself so you can get me a Build-A-Bear."
That "sleeping with me" stuff means two things. It means at night, when he's falling asleep, because he likes to have me nearby. Not always right next to him, but always nearby. And given the turmoil of the divorce, I haven't pushed it. I've stayed. Because divorced kids need to know they are loved, they are safe, and their grown-ups will be there. No matter what.
And the other thing it means is his 4 a.m. wanderings into my room, when I'm so totally zonked out nothing short of a screaming smoke detector could wake me. He climbs into my bed, glues himself to my side, and sleeps the rest of his night.
Now he's going to do it by himself. Falling asleep. Staying asleep. All on his own.
And all it's going to cost me is a Build-A-Bear.
I'm in. I am so in. Because, after nearly five years of non-stop sleep deprivation, I'd give anything. Anything. A year's supply of M&Ms, every Lego kit ever made, a ride on the space shuttle.
Thirty days of solid sleep, and that kid is going shopping.
I'm lucky all he wants is a bear.