This is the side of motherhood that doesn’t get talked about a lot.
The times where it’s 2am and there’s been an accident. Instead of getting mad at your child who’s already upset, you choose to do the harder thing.
You strip the bed, get it cleaned up, and then take every clean blanket to the living room.
They’re still crying. It’s disappointing and when you’re almost three, you have big emotions. A single accident feels world shattering, but it’s not.
It’s the decision to sleep in another bed or, in our case, make a huge, blanket sleep space in the middle of the floor. You tell them it’s much more fun to have a sleepover in the living room anyways.
Then, you calm them and help get them back to sleep.
No. It’s not the night you wanted. I mean, who wants to sleep on the floor? But just because it was a physically messy accident, doesn’t mean it needs to be emotionally messy too.
Parenting is hard. Parenting with lack of sleep is even harder.
These nights are not in the greatest hits moments. Yet, something tells me these un-talked about nights have lasting effects.