MOM, I NEED MORE WATER.
Half-asleep, I pour more water into his cup and put him back to bed.
I was just falling back to sleep when I heard the pitter-patter of Big E's feet. I played dead hoping he'd turn around and go back to his room.
He began whispering in my ear. It was super creepy, kind of like something you'd see in the movie Stigmata. It didn't really sound like he was speaking English, but every once in awhile I'd hear the word "MOM".
I opened my eye and glared at him.
MOM, I'M HAVING TROUBLE KEEPING MY EYELIDS CLOSED.
This whole middle of the night thing is getting way old. I cannot sustain life as a productive mom if this keeps happening.
GO IN YOUR ROOM AND DO YOUR LEARNING BOOKS!
I roll over and try to settle back down.
I hear his feet again.
MOM, I CAN'T FIND THE NEW LEARNING BOOK GRANDMA BROUGHT ME.
Um, at 4:30 in the morning, this is the least of my concerns. I finally fall back asleep around 5:30 and make it until our alarm goes off at 7.
I'm tired, but I power through a nice workout and a trip to the Atlanta Botanical Gardens.
Big E ran wild for the 2+ hours while we were there. I knew how this was going to end. Before we even made it to full speed on the highway, Big E was sleeping. Shocking as he'd been up since 4.
I was determined to not let this happen. I rolled down his window. He started crying.
MY EYES ARE OPEN! MY EYES ARE OPEN!
We drove home with the wind blowing through our car. Luckily, it was a mild day.
Big E stayed awake the remainder of the way home.
Mr. Yoy and I are going out tonight and I may enjoy a glass of wine or seven and I will not have Big E waking me up at some ungodly hour. It's just not going to happen.
He will have a normal bedtime and sleep like a normal boy. He has to. I am willing this to happen.
Would it be weird for Big E to be put back in a crib? I think he deserves it.