Space Woes

Guess who's almost half a year old? That's right! Miss Evie is almost there. And what has happened, you ask? The dark circles under my eyes have overtaken my face. She has begun to dislike her sleeping arrangements. The crib, like usual, is in our room. It's so easy to get to her when she wakes up for those midnight snack runs when she's just a few feet away. That's how breastfeeding goes. With Alex and Abby, it was the same deal. But right around this time with both of them, I had to make "The Move". Yep. The big one. They leave the comfort of their not-so-sleeping mom's ever watchful eyes and move into their own room. They sleep better. I sleep better. It's all part and partial to the growing process. You gotta leave the nest. Albeit, in small steps. But nevertheless. It must happen. Right?

So, Alex moved into that room at this age. Abby moved into that room at this age. The same room...the only other room in the house. It's a teeny tiny office space sized room. We manged to remodel it enough a couple of years back so we could fit Alex and Abby's beds in there together. It's tight. Very tight these days. So tight, in fact, that they don't really get to play in there as there is little room to actually do much playing. So as both brother and sister made "The Move", we had hoped that Evie would make the move as well.

Dilemma: There's no more room to remodel. Back when I was preggo with Evie, Josh was working. Working well, I might add. And we were ready to make a move to a house that didn't compete in the Smallest Housing Contest. Right as we were about to go for it and complete the need for space, Josh's job made like a dead fish and went belly up. We're out of room.

Oh, I can keep Evie in the room with us indefinitely, I suppose. It shouldn't be too awful, right? But it's already biting me in the butt. Actually it's biting me in the bed. I'm exhausted. Every time she wakes up or stirs at night, she sees her mama sleeping just a few feet away and cries. Angrily. Loudly. All...night...long. She's gone from peachy keen sleeping pro to I-ain't-gonna-sleep-without-mama-holding-me girl. I'm so tired. So now the question of the hour is whether or not to go for the bunk bed route. It's concerning. Alex has night terrors and nightmares all the time and gets out of bed a lot at night. Not exactly a safe candidate for top-bunk sleeping. Abby is still in diapers (shhh...don't tell anyone) and having a heck of a time kicking the problem and so needs access to the bathroom at night. Also not a good candidate for top bunk sleeping. As I am trying to avoid midnight runs to the ER for broken bones as a result of falling, I've hit a snag.

Three kids in one tiny room. I never thought we'd get to this point. I always assumed we'd move up in life and avoid snags such as these. Josh is jobless. My kids keep getting bigger (which is awesome, don't get me wrong about that part). And my house is getting smaller. I'm so tired...in so many ways. I wonder if the attic can be remodeled?