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For his entire life, my Spencer has risen before the sun, or at least very near to it. Truly. He's slept past 7am maybe, ten times his whole entire existence.
And for well over a year, he's been a grump. I don't mean ALL THE TIME. But more than I liked. I thought it was because he was three. Oh three, it's so hard.
I would put him to bed and he'd bounce off the walls until I was insanely angry for keeping his brothers awake.
The boy had been up since 5:30. He was exhausted.
So when we moved to this house, we moved him downstairs. KEEP YOUR CRAZY TO YOURSELF.
Yes, that kept him from keeping his brothers awake, but it didn't usually cause him to fall asleep any faster.
People, a lightbulb went on in my head.
Put him to bed earlier.
I mean, DUH! So, now, he's in bed by 6:30.
And it's like magic.
Less melt-downs. A happier boy.
A happier family.
Did I mention that I'm a dolt?
When does this parenting thing get easier?