Each and every night there is a steady parade of small feet to my bedroom.
One by one they creep in and one by one I carry them back to their own bed when they fall asleep. Inevitably one will sneak back in again and I will wake up with an unexpected body curled up sleeping soundly in my bed, knees wedged in my back.
It’s been happening for years.
What I never realised was that there was a simple solution at my fingertips. An easy way to keep them contained that would only require a small visit to the hardware store and an electric drill.
Who new?
All I needed to do was physically lock them in their rooms.
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Ok listen to this me and my fiance just got out of court not 1 hr ago. To get her son back well we thought. The. Gaurdian adlightem came to our home and we thought all was good. Well we got to court and boy was we wrong. The gardium adlightem told the judge that he thought that her son should stay with the people that has been abusing him because me and my fiance locked him and out other son in there rooms. I was astounded when my fiance told me. I was like what are we suposed to do because they don't stay in there rooms at night and if we are asleep and they get out who the he'll knows what they could get into possibly get killed and I damn sure dont want that. Well needless to say she didnt get her son and now the Gaurdian of lightem called social services on me and my fiance saying we are neglecting our 18 month old little boy. Ill be damned if we are we are not doin anything wrong. Do i like putting him under locked doors No... But I dislike the thought of not having my son alive for sure 100%. Idk what to do now can somebody give me some advice. The ole lady said that social services is supposed to be coming adter him and idk what i can do. I feel like shit that i have to lock im in but what other option do u have.
You know, this isn’t something I ever thought I would do either. I mean, of course I’m going to wake up!
But then, what if I don’t? What if he gets up, jumps on the dog, and in a split second the sleeping dog, joustled out of his slumber, takes my son’s face off?
Or what if I, as an exhausted, overworked single parent fall dead asleep on the couch after a particularly hard and emotionally draining week of being a mom and managing a sales team, and maybe I had to deliver a death claim check for one of my insureds, and maybe someone else’s house burned down, and I don’t hear him that night? It happens to be the night that he decides he wants to go out and play. Did I mention I live on a main thoroughfare? I certainly don’t want to pay out his death claim.
And you know, sometimes I just genuinely need a break. It’s now almost 10 pm. He shows no signs of actually sleeping any time soon. He’s not crying. He’s just talking to his animals after 20 minutes of trying to escape his room using every excuse a 3 year old has - I’m hungry (he isn’t), I’m thirsty (he has a full cup of water), I need to potty (I let him out. He stood in front of the toilet and didn’t go). After the nightly charade and he finally calms down, I lock the door. I unlock it in the morning before he wakes up. I check on him if there is genuine distress.