An ode to sleep

When oh when will we sleep again? Will we ever sleep again? Cristiano and I were talking about it and realized Dylan has never slept more than six consecutive hours. EVER. When I hear people talking about their kids sleeping 12 hours a night, I just can't fathom it. I don't think Dylan has ever stayed in his bed for an entire 12 hours. A couple of Saturdays ago Dylan didn't get his afternoon nap, which meant he passed out at 7:30 p.m. Honestly, I felt as if I had put in a "half day." Like I was getting away with something. I got to eat dinner in peace with my husband, watch some television and drink an actual glass of wine on the couch without wondering if a ball, truck or rambunctious toddler would knock it out of my hand. Of course, Dylan woke up a couple of hours later but just to have a few hours in the evening to myself was the biggest luxury. As it is now, he's waking up every two hours again. He comes into our bed and jumps on me and says "Mommy, cuddle!" We need to do something radical to make him stay in his own bed and in his own room, but it's not going to happen now that he's just started preschool. He's become so clingy and wants me to hold him or stay near him while he's playing. I can't even go to the bathroom. I know this phase will pass, but I'm just beginning to wonder if this kid will ever sleep. He's good to go on five hours of restless, interrupted sleep. Unfortunately, we are not...