You know how diets go, right? On day one you're strong, confident, and excited. On day two, you're still feeling good because of how righteous you were yesterday, and you are sure you're going to make it. On day three, you're eating a Big Mac and a bucket of fries.
I don't know this to be true from personal experience. I've just heard about it.
Anyway, I have decided that more than diets hit a rough patch on day three. Want to know what else hits a rough patch on day three? Sharing a room hits a rough patch on day three.
Let's be clear: I'm thrilled with how the kids are doing at night. They're getting used to each other, and are going to bed a few minutes earlier each night. They even slept until eight o'clock this morning! Best of all, Jack has not had a problem with getting out of bed, which shocks me more than I can say. That there young man is one stubborn and independent little kid.
No, the problem is the daytime. The transition is not yet complete, and right now Jack only sleeps overnight in the room, but naps and does roomtime in his old room. Why? Well, roomtime is, by design, time by themselves, and all of Ella's toys are in her room, so Jack goes back to his room. And Ella doesn't nap anymore, but looks at books or sews during naptime and Jack wouldn't sleep very well in there with her.
There are kinks to work out and we're feeling our way along. In the transitional period, however, they are both a bit confused and tired and cranky and today, day three, has been the epitome of Whine, Holler, Argue, Complain and Kick up a fuss Day, or WHACK Day.
Did you know this "holiday" was coming up? 'Cause I didn't.
Wait, it's not a holiday? Now you tell me?
That is so WHACK.