I was hoping for a full night of sleep tonight, but alas; Daniel rolled out of bed with a thumpbump and a confused “Mommmmmee? I fell!” somewhere around 230. This comes on the heels of his bad dream and “Mommy, can I sleep nexta you?” Thursday night, and the extreme need to pee and running through the house crying because he was too sleepy to find the bathroom Wednesday night.
No, seriously. It’s like sleepwalking. There are two bathrooms that adjoin my bedroom – one in the hall and one directly off my room. He went right past them both and into the livingroom, crying and saying “I gotta PEE!”
It’s kinda cute the morning after. When it’s happening? Not so much.
So here I sit on the sofa, laptop fired up, looking out at the trees with their explosions of green and white hearing only the hum of the fan. The boys slept through me getting out of bed. Dad was leaving as I made my semi-conscious way to the kitchen only to realize…
We’re out of coffee.
My youngest sister used to do the exact same thing in the middle of the night. Even when she’d gotten older and had outgrown the crying, she would still not actually wake up when she had to go, and went in some pretty strange places at times.