Life with a Tiny Bedtime Ninja: Co-Sleeping Chronicles

Co-sleeping with a toddler is like willingly inviting a spinning top to your bed and calling it "bonding time." It starts with the illusion of peace—your little one snuggled sweetly between you and your partner, looking angelic and harmless. But as the night unfolds, the chaos begins.

One minute they’re horizontal, the next they’re diagonal, and before you know it, they’ve somehow defied gravity and claimed 90% of the bed. My husband? He’s on the brink of falling off, dodging tiny, yet remarkably precise, kicks to the face. Meanwhile, I’m braving wild flailing arms—getting punched is just part of the "mom tax."

How does someone so small have the spatial awareness of a clock gone rogue? Midnight becomes a battlefield of finding the last unclaimed inch of mattress while our toddler dreams peacefully in a starfish position.

They say co-sleeping fosters connection. I say it fosters survival skills—like learning how to sleep on a sliver of space or shielding your face without waking the toddler overlord. But hey, at least I get to wake up to that tiny face smiling... before it headbutts me.

End of the day (or night), I’ll take the chaos. Sleep-deprived, bruised, and squished, but still full of love. That’s parenting, right?