Last night I thought it was time that son1 who is approaching 3 years old, deserved to be upgraded to a bed from his cot. He's almost cracked the whole potty training thing, can converse with anyone about anything, (usually Mickey Mouse related) and from a selfish point of view I thought he could come into my husband and I in the morning rather than announce loudly from his cot that he's wide awake while we bicker as to who's turn it is to get him.
Boy, did I make a huge parenting mistake. To be fair, I was warned, my best friend told me whatever I do put a stairgate on his bedroom door to keep him from wandering or get a bed-guard for the sides of his bed to avoid him getting in and out, oh and falling out too. But hey like every mother I thought my child was different, he has a head on his shoulders, he's 'so advanced' and the excitement of having his 'big boy' bed alone would keep him happy and content to stay put, not to mention his new Cath Kidston linen. I didn't once consider the freedom that this child has just been handed and now me (and my skin) are paying the consequences.
Be warned mums, for once don't turn your nose up and listen to your fellow mums. When they say leave the transition from cot to bed to the latest possible time, do it! Poor son2 he'll be applying to universities before he's let out of his.
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