Please don't get used to this. I don't know how I got so lucky that my children are settling back down into a normal bedtime routine, but I don't want to count my chickens before they hatch.
Or as a mixed up card of common quotes that my Dad sent me one time said, "Don't count your chickens before they walk a mile in your shoes."
I hadn't mentioned it before because who has time to blog these days when you are so busy living the life - BUT - Zachary had another asthma attack. We're pretty sure it is due to allergies, but I asked the doctor if it was time to maybe put him on a daily medicine to help with that. Now that my child is not blue in the face again, I can step back and see that maybe he just needed a few days of Benedryl. But the doctor was only too eager to comply and gave me samples and a prescription for Singulair.
Maybe your child or you have had great success with this medicine, and maybe it was because Zach isn't dealing with a chronic asthma problem, but this stuff messed him up.
I mean, he could never be accused of being a compliant kid, and he has been sleeping on the floor instead of his toddler bed for almost a year now because he insisted he was "a big boy for to sleep on the floor not in a baby bed."
A few days after the asthma attack and the start of his nightly Singulair, I realized he was being exceptionally ugly. And not sleeping. Not just the not sleeping well, but in my bed every night. Screaming, crying, nightmares, the whole works. He can be less than cooperative on a good day, but on a day following a night of no sleep which followed a day after the night of no sleep - multiplied by ten or so days and nights - it was awful. He even pushed a kid down at the mall play area, which is highly unusual behavior for him. And no 3 1/2 year old wants to be told "no," but he would get completely out of control at the smallest confrontation. He even told me he didn't want to be happy, he wanted to stay sad.
I called the doctor right away when he told me that, and we took him off of the Singulair. Ten days later we think we are finally getting our kid back. I missed him. And I missed my sleep and peace of mind.