My son and I went to the doctor this week for his annual check up and shots. (Got to get those in before he can show up on the first day of pre-school). As I'm telling the docter the problem my son is listening to me and smirking. Yes, smirking. As I thought, I was told that he was just working me. Again smirking.

That night I reminded him what the doctor said about his sleeping habits and how things were going to change now that school was starting. The same conversation I've had over and over with him.
Not sure what happened but it worked! I woke up the next morning in my bed. In my bed without a small body on top of me. Just me and my husband! I can't remember the last time that happened.
That was on Monday and I didn't want to jinx it so I didn't provide an update. I'm happy to announce that he's stayed in his bed for most of the week. Okay, he's come into my bed at 5:30 the last two mornings but I'll take that any day over what was happening.
Wish me luck. I'm making progress.
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