…woke at 2:15 this morning.
He needed a full change and was wide awake when I got him into new dry jammies. I was not quite ready to get up for the day, so I hoped he’d snuggle up against me and sleep.
2:20 I very love you, Mama! (I kiss him and say, “Let’s rest some more.”)
2:23 I need to rock! I need to rock! (This, complete with horizontal dancing.)
2:25 Fake snoring noises.
2:30 He knocks on the head board and says, What’s that noise??
2:45 I… can’t sleep! IIIIIII can’t sleep. (Sung, naturally.)
2:45 – 3:15: more of the above
3:15 We get up and I take his little butt to the living room, put on Oswald on Noggin, and I try my damndest to doze.
4:15 This time, Carter. He’s had an accident and joins the party after Paul helps him change.
4:20 – 5:00 Kill me now. The only thing that makes me smile, briefly is remembering a line from Dharma & Greg where Greg thinks the song from the 80s goes, “I want to rock all night, and PART OF everyday.” That is how stupid-tired I am at the moment—I’m thinking about terrible 90s sitcoms.
Miraculously I did catch a final hour of sleep before 6:15, but damn. Now, of course, both boys are asleep. They seem to have not gotten as much rest as they needed last night for some reason. ;)