Ds sleeps with me. I tried to get him to sleep in his crib but has not having it... He would sleep for a few hours and wake up and not go back to sleep on his crib no matter how hard I tried since the day we brought him home. Partially at dh's request and partially to keep from losing my shit on him I slowly started just sleeping in another room with ds. Dh was constantly complaining about how my getting in and out of bed to attend to our child kept him up all night (not once did he offer, or act like he was awake IF he actually was) and eventually was so loud with normal things that ds would wake up before I even got a chance to lay in bed. He was also leaving his stuff ALL OVER the bedroom. I lost count of how many times I've had to move his stuff out of my only path to the door (his clothes took up pretty much all of the floor on my 2ft wide path of carpet between the bed and wall) so I started making him clear me a path every night and still, he'd throw things around after I went to bed or if he got up at night. After I started sleeping in the nursery (on our guest bed) he just let his shit take over. I can't open my side of the closet, there's barely any visible carpet except from the door to his side of the bed. It's like some teenaged slob lives in our bedroom. I've told him a dozen times now that ds is a little older and isn't doing too bad in his toddler bed at nap time that if he kept the bed room clean enough for me to walk through in the dark without breaking a toe, or my neck, I would try harder to get him to sleep on his own. We talked today and he tells me "you know... The bedroom is only sloppy because I have no reason to keep it clean." 1. It's disgusting... No adult should be ok with this level of mess, especially one who claims to be a neat freak to the point of calling it OCD (he's not, he can clean when he wants to but he's a slob the rest of the time) and 2. It feels like he doesn't want me back in our room. I can't get into my closet, my dresser is only reachable because it's on his side of the bed and he has covered the top of it with his crap. He also keeps trying to steal my dirty clothes hamper. He has 4 laundry baskets burried somewhere in there... He can't have this one too! And we can't share because I'm not allowed to do his laundry (I'm fine with that, he doesn't like the way I wash things or something) but that'd mean the hamper would just slowly fill with his dirty laundry until it has been claimed by his crap and I can't use or find it anymore.