It’s been a while since I’ve had to do a middle-of-the-night trip to either of my son’s bedrooms. Last night I had to do just that.
3 a.m. and my ears pick up the beginnings of a cry. Moments later my feet hit the floor as the sound intensifies. My knees almost buckle when I stand up. As I stumble down the hallway with one eye open for guidance, the noise has reached its crescendo. Other than bashing into the door jambs on the way, my only concern is that number two will wake number one.
Morry, the teddy, has fallen out of the bed! I thank my lucky stars that’s all it was, tuck both in and give my boy a kiss. As I fumble my way back to bed my mind has ‘there were two in the bed and the little one said, rollover’ playing on repeat.
This morning I have two backpacks under my eyes. It’s going to be a long day. I am grateful that this happens rarely now. I’ll rethink our plans for today. My pillow is calling but it’ll have to wait. Maybe some board games to keep the brain active, walk the dog after lunch for exercise and a kids movie at home in the afternoon for relaxation purposes.
I love my boys in the middle of the night. I’d just prefer to do so with my eyes tightly shut until daybreak.
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