Though it’s surely some strange and bizarre coincidence, it always ALWAYS seems to happen. Someone will very innocently ask how Boo is sleeping, wondering if he sleeps through the night….and I cringe. It’s not that I don’t want to answer. Talking about sleep is, after all, the parenting equivalent of talking about the weather.
And you’d think I’d be eager to boast about my very excellent sleeper (well, excellent once he’s asleep sleeper). Only I’m not. I don’t want to talk about it at all. Ever. Because though Boo will typically sleep through most nights, as soon as someone asks about his sleep….he won’t. He’ll wake up repeatedly. Or wake up and take forever to get back to sleep. Or just be impossible to get to bed in the first place. Or some combination thereof. It is extremely frustrating.
I therefore prefer not to tempt fate, and to just not talk about it to anyone other than my husband. I’ve actually banned my mother and mother-in-law from asking any questions about Boo’s sleep….and they’re both mostly managing to hold their tongues on this topic (it’s much appreciated ladies!).
So if you’re reading this post, and you’re likely to talk, text, email or FaceBook me….please….I know you’re trying to be nice and show interest in what is obviously a huge part of my life. But it’s not necessary. Please don’t ask.
Please note that I am very much aware that Boo’s current good sleeping habits are likely to end at a moment’s notice…or when he finally starts teething. But for now, I’m enjoying them. In silence.0