My sons share a bedroom and in that bedroom they sleep in bunk beds. Ace on the top and Jay on the bottom.
I was lounging in bed watching TV and writing a post about a hard day at the store when I heard a loud crash. It didn’t sound like a kid had fallen of a bed and there’s really nothing on a dresser or wall that could have fallen but something had fallen from somewhere and it was loud.
I ran to the kids room where I saw a big plastic hot-wheels cars case on the floor where it had not been a few minutes earlier.
Ace’s head popped up when I entered the room and he launched into:
“Hi Mom, I’m sorry I dropped it but I was making room for Jay. I asked him if he wanted to come and sleep in my bed with me kind of like a sleep over and he said yes.”
Sure enough, there Jay was … In Ace’s bed, under a bundle of blankets and pillows. His head peeked out and he was wearing a smile.
I climbed up on the ladder, kissed each one on his head and went back to my own room.
They both stayed in that top bunk and slept all night.
It’s never easy to write about the meltdowns, but it was made easier that night because I knew I had this post waiting in the wings.
The “sleep over” that the boys had was just what I needed in that moment to feel better about the relationship that they have.