First I stayed up too late reading. When I finally headed towards my bed, I stopped at my 11 year old son's room and manhandled him to stand up and gave him a gentle shove toward the bathroom. I'd even turned the light on for him.
Looked for 6 year old for a last potty break. I found him in my bed. He'd soaked his clothes, my sheet, mattress pad and my blankets. Thanks, Buddy. I went about the business of stripping him in the dark and standing him over the toilet to finish the job. The job was pretty darn near finished. Redressed him for bed and went in search of his brother who was completely M.I.A. He'd gotten lost on the way to the bathroom. He does this often. He'd wandered around the house sleepwalking until he either wakes up or finds a soft place to lay back down. I found him in his brother's room on the bed. Mandhandled him up again and guided him to the bathroom. Stood there so he didn't wander off again. He found his bed when he was finished.
My sleeping spot was wet. Still in the dark, I untucked the sheet and mattress pad. The bed was dry. Husband is still asleep so I rolled up the wet bedding to the middle of the bed and went in search of a dry blanket. In the dark.
Found a blanket, double checked on the boys. Two of them were snoring. I envied them.
Scott got up at 5:00 a.m. Six year old had returned the scene of the crime and was curled around my head, his head resting on top of mine. 7:05 a.m. found the six year old wide awake, sharing every single thought that crossed through his mind. Something about Harry Potter, Scooby Doo, a great big snake, and cupcakes with sprinkles.
And that, my dear, is why I have dark circles under my eyes.
Looked for 6 year old for a last potty break. I found him in my bed. He'd soaked his clothes, my sheet, mattress pad and my blankets. Thanks, Buddy. I went about the business of stripping him in the dark and standing him over the toilet to finish the job. The job was pretty darn near finished. Redressed him for bed and went in search of his brother who was completely M.I.A. He'd gotten lost on the way to the bathroom. He does this often. He'd wandered around the house sleepwalking until he either wakes up or finds a soft place to lay back down. I found him in his brother's room on the bed. Mandhandled him up again and guided him to the bathroom. Stood there so he didn't wander off again. He found his bed when he was finished.
My sleeping spot was wet. Still in the dark, I untucked the sheet and mattress pad. The bed was dry. Husband is still asleep so I rolled up the wet bedding to the middle of the bed and went in search of a dry blanket. In the dark.
Found a blanket, double checked on the boys. Two of them were snoring. I envied them.
Scott got up at 5:00 a.m. Six year old had returned the scene of the crime and was curled around my head, his head resting on top of mine. 7:05 a.m. found the six year old wide awake, sharing every single thought that crossed through his mind. Something about Harry Potter, Scooby Doo, a great big snake, and cupcakes with sprinkles.
And that, my dear, is why I have dark circles under my eyes.
THen before you know it, you'll wake up one day with just your hubby around and miss the pee smell. Just a teensy bit
ReplyDeleteIs that why? I thought mine were genetic. Guess it's due to the 15 times I got up last night (okay, I'm exaggerating, it was only 5 times)
ReplyDeleteWednesday in line at Lagoon there was a really cute, young looking mom with a tall, lovely daughter. I almost asked her "Do you have a blog? Are you A-musing mother?" But I refrained. I hope it wasn't you. Because I'd be sad if I missed the chance to tell you in person how much I enjoy your blog!
ReplyDeleteOh, and you won't miss the pee smell. Really. You won't.
ReplyDeleteYou may well be too pure to watch Jay Leno, but I love when he does headlines and classifieds and stuff. He has had a couple of ads for "mattress. . .like new. . .slight urine smell." So, the good news is that KSL can be your best friend in a couple of years.
ReplyDeleteHere is another way we are alike. We just stopped this midnight routine a couple of years ago. It will pass. I promise. But now I have two big boy dogs who sneak up on the bed. When you get lonely, you can borrow them!