In Which I Concede That Men Have Their Uses

Big-girl bed

I switched Caroline from her crib to a “big girl” bed today.

It was quite the project.  I took her to daycare in the morning and then headed home to disassemble the crib.  I got it all taken apart and threw the pieces in the dumpster (it had a drop-side so I didn’t want to give it away) before 9:30, and then headed to IKEA to buy her new bed.  I was feeling pretty smug about having been so efficient with this carpentry stuff all by myself.  I don’t need a man to help me, I thought.  I got this, all on my own.

I picked out her bed and mattress and batted my eyelashes at some guy so that he’d load the big heavy boxes into my car.  The bed was supposed to come in three boxes, and I could only find two, but there was no sticker that said that I needed to look for anything else, so I figured I was all set.  I headed home, still smug.  It was still before noon.  I’ll totally finish this by myself before I have to pick Caro up from daycare, I thought.

I began unloading the boxes from my car and that’s where it all started to go downhill.  One of them was way too long and heavy for me to lift so I staggered around while it slipped from my grasp, until the door to my apartment building that I was trying to hold open slammed shut on my foot and the box slowly tipped over until it smashed into… the fire alarm.  And it went off, of course.  I shut it off as quickly as I could and hightailed it into my apartment, dragging the box behind me.  I guess a man would actually be very helpful to deal with all these boxes, I thought.

I ignored all the yelling outside my door, regained my composure, and started opening the boxes.  I checked the instructions for how to put together the bed frame.  I realized I was missing the bed base– the part that holds up the mattress.  ”Included in the price but packaged separately”, it said.  Come on, really?  They’re selling beds without the part that holds up the mattress?  What’s next, selling cars without tires?  I knew I should have asked someone to make sure that the bed only came in two boxes.  Apparently, I don’t need a man.  I can refuse to ask for directions all on my own.

I drove back to IKEA, picked up the bed base, and went back to my apartment.  I managed to put the bed frame together (not without plenty of struggling and cursing, I assure you) and got it set up with her mattress and new bedding, all before 4:00.  I was back to feeling smug.  I can do anything myself, I thought.  I definitely don’t need anyone’s help.

Now, tonight, I sit here on my couch, waiting for my toddler to get out of her bed and come trotting out here for the 7,483rd time this evening.  I’m looking longingly at my glass of wine, which is poured and untouched.  Sure would be nice to have a partner around to put her back in bed over and over while I drink this, I think.  Oh well.  Maybe she’ll be better about it tomorrow.

(If anyone has any suggestions about how to keep a toddler in their bed, they would be much appreciated.  Comments?  Maybe I don’t need a partner… just my readers…)

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  1. by Merks

    On June 2, 2011 at 9:10 pm

    We’ve tried so many different things. The two we always come back to are vastly different approaches to keeping a toddler in bed. Once the bedtime routine is done, all stuffed animals are kissed, we say goodnight, close the door, and stand outside of her room and wait. Every time she gets out of the bed, we open the door, tell her to get back in and close the door. Rinse and repeat. She usually stays in bed after the 3rd or 4th time.

    If we’re feeling lazy, we’ll finish up the bedtime routine, say goodnight, close the door, and settle in downstairs. We can hear her get out of her bed, but her door is shut, so she’s not going anywhere (and she doesn’t have any toys in her room). She eventually crawls back in bed and passes out.

    And there have been many nights when I’ve checked on her before going to bed and found her sleeping in her reading chair, on the floor or in the closet. ::sigh:: But at least she’s sleeping. In her own room.

  2. by Bobbi Janay

    On June 2, 2011 at 9:29 pm

    Good Luck, Ian has been in a big bed over a year at this point and we are still working on staying in at bedtime. Once he is a sleep no problem.

  3. by Heather

    On June 4, 2011 at 11:15 am

    We used the door knob covers for Mason. However he has now learned how to get them off. The first couple months were rough but eventually he learned that was his bed and where he sleeps. Good luck!

  4. by Andrea

    On July 6, 2011 at 10:55 am

    I know this will probably sound terrible, but bribery worked wonders for our, now 4 year old. The first night I simply told her that big girls sleep in their own beds and they do not get up unless they have to go potty. I then proceeded to tell her that if she could stay in bed, by herself, for a week, we could go to the store to pick out a prized toy. It worked wonderfully! She does occassionally come out and ask silly, random, questions, but for the most part, she is an excellent sleeper and only gets up to use the restroom.
    Good luck!