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To encourage my highly-energetic progeny to sleep at night instead of pronking about like overstimulated antelopes, I have summarily removed everything fun from their rooms.
I’ve removed everything fun and dangerous, though that distinction blurs where little ones are concerned. I could not trust my miniature imps in toddler beds, as they were climbing to the tops of their headboards and jumping off. Nor could I trust them with curtains; these they ripped from the rods and used as capes.
In an effort to keep the early-morning sun from prying open their eyelids, I installed room-darkening film in their windows. Ha. Hahahahaha. They peeled this off and repurposed it as mummy dressing.
I’ve confiscated toys that were employed as stepping-stones to higher dangers. I’ve put away a chest of drawers which was raided at regular intervals. Pictures on the walls? Nope. They were leaping up to knock them free. Books? Nope. Those, they ate.
I even took the bulbs from the light fixture, because the desire to flick on the lights preempted what should have been their very sensible desire to sleep.
“You’re putting them to bed too early,” I can hear you thinking, and I’ve certainly considered this. But I am putting them to bed later (much later!) now than a few weeks ago when they were (sort of) contained in their cribs. Plus, I am making a concerted effort to run the legs off of them during the day, so that at night they will be beyond tired.
And they are! As bedtime approaches, they crank across the living room floor, whining when their wee wills are crossed. It’s not unusual for them to collapse in weary heaps, clutching to their chests stuffed animals and sippy cups.
Yet when they are herded to their room and bid goodnight, they come alive. Even with nothing to distract them from sleep, they come alive. They run, they bounce, they frolic.
Their newest obsession? They pry up the heating vent from the floor and trail their chubby arms down the resultant hole.
I’m sure this is not a good thing.
Suggestions, please? I briefly considered this. Even though it’s called “humane,” I fear that some might call it an “overreaction.”



