What is it about being a Mom that will wake you up out of a sound sleep when your subconscious hears something it knows it shouldn't?
Every few weeks or so William seems to get a bout of insomnia. He'll rattle around in his room after we put him to bed & play quietly, re-arrange things, and generally be doing things he shouldn't. Which wouldn't be TOO much of a problem, except he shares a room with Jason. William has shared with Jason for 13 months now; we moved them together when Jason was 6 months old, and for the most part it's worked out just fine. William knows that Jason needs his sleep and if he wakes Jason up he is in BIG trouble. So normally, when William can't sleep and it's a reasonable hour (ie: I haven't gone to bed yet!) I'll have William come downstairs for a few minutes & give him some warm milk or something.
This evening I had to go in there twice because William was moving the night light around (and hence his little bookshelf) & just doing things he shouldn't instead of trying to go to sleep. Matt checked on him again at 9:30 when he got home & the little stinker was still up, but quiet. We went to bed around 10:30 and I fell asleep pretty much right away.
I don't know what woke me up, but I must have heard a door creak. I look at the clock and it's 12:45, and I SWEAR I heard something, so up I get to check. William is standing in my doorway - "Can I sleep in your bed? I have sand in mine." wtf? the only thing with sand in his room is his hermit crab tank, so now I KNOW he's been up to no good. Off we go to his room; the hermit crab is in it's tank on the shelf where it should be but sure enough, his bed is full of sand. And the night light is moved. And there are books and toys everywhere. This kid scares the crap out of me because he can be so stinking quiet about things when he wants to be. So I start snarling at him (Mom of the year, here!) that he'd better stay in bed and go to sleep & not wake up Jason, and then he starts to cry - because I've scared him. (Good?! maybe, I don't know at this point). Anyway - I tuck him in, and close the door. Then I notice Sarah's door is cracked. Now what?
I peek in on her, and she stirs a bit & notices me. I tuck her back in all cozy & ask if she opened her door? No, William did and shined his flashlight in on her, but she's ok, just wants her music on again so she can go back to sleep. I swear that girl is an angel come down from heaven to bless my days!
So I head back to bed & try to sleep. Do you think that was possible not knowing if William was still awake or not? No, it was not. I went in to check and as of 1:15, he was in bed snoring. And now I'm wide awake and blogging. No wonder I'm never able to get up at 5:45 am to exercise - even when I TRY to get to bed early & get enough sleep, the universe conspires against me (last night it was a wicked thunderstorm centered over our house!) I'll try to remember to share the Apple Juice Story with you tomorrow.
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