Night Crawlers

"Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? I had a bad dream. Mommy?"


Grr. I think I said "get in the middle" but I'm not going to swear to it.


It had been 4 nights. Those two boys had slept all night for 4 nights. Four nights for my body to adjust to that weird, yet pleasant, sensation called Sleep. Oh, Sleep is nice. Sleep makes you feel good. Sleep is heaven.


But alas, Sleep cannot last. Because of those boys who keep referring to me as "Mommy."


The problem is that Paul wakes up in the middle of the night and looks for someone. As long as there is a body in the bed next to him, he just sort of flops back down and is out. Sometimes I think he tries to flop on Andy, either mistaking him for a pillow or just wanting a warm body. Andy doesn't take that well; he's a bit sensitive about his personal space.


See above evidence that Paul goes after Andy in the middle of the night. I guarantee you that Andy did not arrange this scenario.

So back to last night. Andy climbs in and settles between me and Kevin. Actually, he settles on my side of the bed, pushing me to the outer limits. If you ask Kevin, he will try to tell you that Andy squishes him to the outer edges of the bed, but don't believe his fairy tales. Stick with the facts, buddy.

Just as I'm drifting off, I hear the charming sound of little feet shuffling through the hall and into our room. Great, the other one's up. I've at least got Paul trained to go back to bed. It still means me getting up and leading him back to his bed, and laying down with him until he's asleep, and that usually means I just fall asleep in there.

Oh, but Paul had a treat for me. I pull myself up and out of bed, hold out my hand for him to lead me back to his bed and instead of getting a toddler grip, I was handed, in the dark, five Power Rangers.

So not only is he waking up and getting up to get me up, now he's collecting items before coming to get me.

Thanks, Paul. The gift of Power Ranger action figures at 3am just makes it all worthwhile.