It seems I’ve worked most of the past seven years trying to get my kids to sleep.
There was the infant I-sleep-for-ten-minutes-before-I’m-hungry phase. The sleep-training, crying-it-out phase. The consolidating-nap, I’m-REALLY-tired phase. The I-don’t-want-to-sleep in-my crib phase. The I’m-afraid-of-my-big-kid-bed phase. The I’m-not-tired-even-though-I’m-crying phase.
Oh, and for twins?
x 2 and with a vengeance.
And now for Nate, it’s the my-older-siblings-needed-to-be-picked-up-and-I’m-finally-napping phase.
After all the sleep battles, I’m physically unable to wake up my sleeping children.
So, I loudly snap pictures of them instead.