Spiderboy

I have renamed toddler son spider ‘boy’. Somehow at the tender age of two he has managed the art of ‘spidering’ up the inside of his cot to throw himself over the top and gain exit from nap times. On one hand I am very impressed at his new found skill, on the other I am now scared out of my mind that he will drop out onto his head.

After a particularly bad bout of bum flu ( vomiting and diarrhoea) with the end redsults leaving his mattress uninhabitable, the time really has come to introduce him to sleeping on a bed, tonight.

With the sides of his cot bed now removed and the soiled mattress now replaced I have high hope’s for toddler son. He seems excited at his new sleepnest - proceeding to climb in and out all afternoon.

By evening I am sure that after all the jumping in and out that toddler’s exhaustion will surely lead to a swift slumber. By my sixteenth attempt to persuade toddler to stay in his new bed I realise that I may have been a bit optimistic.

Finally at the 25th occasion I demonstrate to toddler by climbing into the bed myself. Awe, peace at last. Yawning I decide an early night for me, I am asleep before my head hit’s the pillow.

I wake the next morning surprised that I have not been awoke by toddler. Feeling slightly scrunched up in the foetal position I try to straighten my legs. Stubbing my feet on wood, immediately I think that my bed has shrunk. Eyes wide open, I find myself in my son’s cot bed. Dragging myself up I limp into my own bedroom to find toddler boy sound asleep on my side of the bed. The man looks up and laugh’s.

He informs me I had fallen asleep (during my demonstration) much to the distress of toddler. The man tried to wake me but apparently I was in such a deep sleep he offered toddler my space in bed as compensation.


Spider boy is victorious. He may have won this battle but this war ain’t over. (although my night’s in a cot bed sure are.)