Every night, I check on my kids before I head to bed. It’s a compulsion. It’s a need. I make sure they are covered up, that they’re not too warm, or not too cold. I kiss them one more time.
Lately, LG has taken to waking up during this time, and wanting a night time cuddle. Nothing more than just laying on top of me, while I cover both of us up and get warm and snuggly together. I rock her, rub her back. A quick five or ten minutes and goes back into her crib, and goes back to sleep. I lay there with her, both overcome with intense bliss of her body pressed against mine. Her head on my shoulder, and hoping that it won’t be a long night. I try not to rush it. It already goes too fast, but bedtime lingers, and I don’t want to be up until 2.
My next stop is the Mini’s room. The Mini has never fallen out of bed, despite the fact that he sleeps on the very edge of the bed. How he defies gravity, I have no idea. He is apparently immune to Newton’s law. I go in to move him over a bit, just to satisfy my own paranoia of him falling out of bed. I see him curled up on his side in the fetal position, uncovered. This is totally uncharacteristic of him, as he’s a habitual stomach sleeper. I go to cover him up and notice the distinct smell of urine. Get the Mini up, out of bed, stripped down. The Meester takes him to the bathroom, while I change his sheets. The Mini is now cold, upset and crying from having just been ripped out of bed. I hear him petulantly say “NO, I DON’T WANT TO GO POTTY. I DON’T WANT TO WEAR MY MONKEYS!” Get him situated back into bed. I lay down next to him, as he settles down. I see his eyes start to get droopy.
Me: Do you feel better, buddy?
Me: Now you’ll be nice and warm.
Him: Uh huh.
Me: I love you, buddy.
Him: I love you, Mama.
Me: I’m going to go to bed now.
Him: You wanna weave the door open a widdle bit?
Me: Sure thing, baby.
And then I take a Valium, and pass out, hoping the rest of the night is uneventful.