Fairytales and co-“sleeping”

Long, long ago (weeks feel like years) there was a little family made up of 3 adorable kids (ages 5 years, 2 years, and 8 months), and two very tired parents. Each of these children were blessed with a bed of their very own. And for a few weeks the mother and father were blessed with children who loved those beds. Life was blissful.
However, time went on and the wee one started teething (again) which caused her to wake up and scream, cry, and thrash about in her crib. Which in turn would wake the 5 year old who needs her beauty sleep. Otherwise life is… less pleasant. (She’s kinda like her mom in that regard.) So the mother, not knowing what else to do, took the wee one back to her bed. The bed she longs to share with only her husband. And so it was, the mother and the father found themselves co-sleeping, again. The nights were short. The days long. The patience- thin.
Fast forward to last night. The wee one is screaming in her crib. The 5 yr. old has been relocated to the extra futon in the 2yr. old’s room (not that you can’t hear the screaming in that room too). The 2 yr. old is yelling, “get in your own room, you go to your own bed!!”.
The mr. and the mrs. are snuggled on the couch trying to watch a movie and wishing there was ice cream in the freezer. Eventually only the middle child is awake (this is evident because he suddenly needs lots of hugs, kisses, water, dinner…) so at least the movie can be heard. The tired mother, however, keeps falling asleep and decides to head to bed. Less than one hour later, baby is awake again. And she’s screaming. Because she’s alone, in her own crib, heaven forbid! And her bed buddy isn’t next to her. Zombie mother caves and takes monster baby to bed with her. Tired daddy is sleep-watching TV on the couch. Morning finds him there snuggled with the aforementioned 2 yr. old on his chest and the 5 yr. old curled up at his feet.

Does anyone need a bed? Apparently we have a futon, crib, twin, and queen available.

Weekend Project: Re-Ferberize the itty bitty, at all cost!
(If that doesn’t work, mother and father will be accepting donations to build a master suite in the basement.)

What works for you?

Goodnight- I hope!