I Spent Last Night in the Clink

I'm writing this through barely opened eyes.

I chugged a cup of coffee in less than 5 minutes and it did nothing.

I feel any subsequent cups of coffee will bring similar results.

The results being nothing.

ZzzzzzZzzzzzZZzzzz......

I'll admit I'm a 'drag-my-ass-outta-bed-every-morning' kind of girl.

I could probably sleep for 3 straight weeks if anybody would let me.

(Mmmmmm.......sleep.)

But I am especially tired today.

I spent last night in The Clink.

The Little Big House.

The Small Slammer

Toddler Jail.

For some reason Graysen has been waking up in the middle of the night.

Ryan usually gets up and puts Graysen back to sleep.

Because he is AWESOME like that.

But Ryan is not home.

So I had to get up.

Well, I didn't really get up.

I had just woken Kadyn up to go to the bathroom, put him back to bed and crawled into my empty but supremely wonderful bed.....

....when I heard Graysen.

He has this weird baby dinosaur-like whine.

(It's seriously weird. People have commented on 'the strange sounds coming from your child.')

At first I thought he couldn't find his soother.

And then I listened.

"Suck, suck.....WAH!.....WAH!.....WAH!......suck, suck.........WAH!.......suck, suck.......WAH! WAH!"

Ugh.

I went in to Graysen's room, tucked him in and rubbed his back.

I swear he fell asleep.

Nope.

Fast forward an hour......I am still standing in Graysen's room.

He's been tossing and turning, flipping and flopping all over his crib.

FOR AN HOUR.

I stared at the door alternating between wishing I could walk through walls and wishing I could melt into a puddle and seep under the door.

Why didn't I just leave and go to bed?

There is *just* enough light in the hallway and it is *just* dark enough in Graysen's room.

It's like a silent alarm.

Open the door at the wrong time and the light shines in, alerting Warden Graysen to the escapee.

After an hour, I'd had enough of just standing there listening to him roll around and play.

(I didn't know it was an hour until after I got back to bed. It felt like 3 hours.)

I tested the door by opening it about 6 inches and waiting to see if Graysen noticed.

He didn't.

I waited another few minutes.

I opened the door a bit more.

I waited.

And then....I MADE A BREAK FOR IT.

I got out of the bedroom.

SUCCESS!

Almost.

I still had to shut the door and creep down the hallway.

I'm sure I spent at least 20 minutes slowly turning the doorknob, cursing the squeaky spring, and millimetre-ing the door closed.

When I had finally closed the door, I held my breath and tip-toed back to my bed.

I debated letting myself fall asleep or staying awake until Graysen screamed again but passed out before I could decide.

I slept like a ROCK until Kadyn crawled into bed with me.

And spooned me.

It was incredibly weird and wonderfully wonderful at the same time.

There's almost nothing I love more than snuggling with my boys. But being spooned by my son?

I'm not sure that's kosher.

So Kadyn had just climbed into bed with me, it seemed as though we would go back to sleep and then....

"WAH!.....WAH!.....WAH!........WAH!.........WAH! WAH!"

I look over at the clock.

It's barely 5:30 am.

I cursed myself by thinking Graysen would sleep in because of his midnight rendevouz.

If I hadn't thought it, he probably would have slept until 8 am.

The only reason I'm not spitting fire is the heart-melting cuddle huddle the three of us had and the hilarious bed tent the boys 'made.' 

But even with all the cuddly cuteness, this is still going to be one hell of a long and tired  Monday.