Once Upon A Midnight Weary

Last night we went to bed a little late – visiting with some good friends.

(More details on those guys tomorrow.)

For now – let’s just focus on last night.

Otto was sleeping in a pack and play in Kevin’s office and from our comfortable and warm bed I could hear him crying.

The indiglo feature on my old school watch glowed 1:24.

“If he is still crying at 1:40, I’ll go get him,” I told my sleepy self.

It sounded logical then.

I think I might have dozed off.

1:45. Oops.  Still crying.

Upon further investigation, Otto’s tears were justified.

Somehow his sippee cup of water had been opened and water was spilled all over his little self.

Logic ceased.

I didn’t change his damp clothes.

That would make too much sense.

I just wrapped him up in a blanket and wrapped me up in a blanket and settled on the big red bean bag thing in our living room.

It was actually pretty sweet.  Otto and I don’t get to cuddle through the night any longer.

I woke up, legs cramped and shoulders aching, at 3:30.

Otto felt dry, I deposited his sleeping self back into bed and padded through the kitchen to turn out the light.

Noticed the dishwasher had not been completely filled nor started.

Did that.

Laughed to myself about what a Momma Night that had been.

Holding a kid.  Loading a dishwasher at 3:30 in the morning.

Whack!

My reverie was interrupted by the crash of my shin into the little black kitchen stool.

Limping back to bed, I found my place and settled in.

Almost asleep.

3:45 a.m. Tiny voice.  Mini shadow at the door.

Piper Finn asking, “Can Daddy carry me into your bed?”

Sigh.

And now it’s today.

And I am sleepy.

And now you know why.