The Spell Is Broken

Ah yes. It all comes back to bite us in the ass eventually, doesn't it?

If I've ever directed any smugness your way, or exhibited any smugness near you related to sleep issues (or the relative lack of them chez Poppy), well the chickens have come home to roost.

Three times in the past week, instead of simply falling asleep to the sounds of a book on tape (as he has done for lo these several years), the X-Man has actually LEFT HIS ROOM AT NIGHT!!!! What's that you say? Get a grip Poppy. Children have been doing this since children were invented. Not in my damn house. Oh, but it gets better. As the Mr. says, X is a formidable adversary. You know how in Alien, the alien is so adaptive? Well, take away the sticky, drooly bit and the many snatching claws and you've got X (and yes, he's also hell-bent on world domination).

Three nights this week he has left his room, flung open the door to his sister's room, turned the light on full and stolen all of her Dohs (those not familiar with the peculiar Poppy family lexicon, these are actually Taggies--and she uses them to soothe herself to sleep. They are as essential to her well-being as coffee is to mine.). He then hops back in bed and hollers "I didn't take them" when a parental type goes upstairs to investigate. Ah, but they sit right there on his bookcase, in full view. Guilty as charged.

It gets worse. Tonight we had a sitter and X not only left his room, but he came downstairs. This is totally and completely unheard of. It means he's realized that he CAN LEAVE HIS ROOM AT NIGHT and that scares the crap out of me.

Our wise sitter took all his guys away (guys = his precious collection of stuffed animals). After the second noctural foray I had warned him that there would be dire consequences for not staying in his room. Tomorrow night, the strong arm of the Poppy Mom law will be lowered. Stay tuned.