Lesson #85
Don't pee in the dark
This is a lesson I really learned the hard way.
I am a very light sleeper. Once I am awakened in the night, it can be very difficult for me to fall back to sleep. With each newborn baby we brought home, I would try anything I could think of to limit my time awake during each night feeding. Now that we are well out of the baby stage, you would think that the middle of the night disruptions would have come to an end. Not in the case of my two boys.
On any given night, I am typically wakened by one or both of my boys between 1-4 times. Whether it is wetting the bed, needing a drink of water, hearing thunder or falling out of the bed, I am called out of my peaceful slumber to head upstairs and tend to some need.
After Miles cried out for water at 1:45, I got a nice stretch of sleep. But Max came down at 5:15 after wetting the bed. After getting his sheets changed, in the dark to try to prevent myself from fully waking up, I got back in bed. Alas, at 5:40, Miles was wandering the halls upstairs. He sought help in his older brother's room. Max then cam down urgently telling me that Miles needed to potty. I intercepted Miles and escorted him quickly into our little hall bathroom. In an attempt to keep us both in a sleepy haze, I left the lights off. I assisted him in standing to potty only to hear him say, "poop."
"Oh, you need to poop," I asked?
"No, I poopy already mommy," he replied.
And that he did. There was a great mess of poop all over the inside of his PJs and legs. That is what I get for attempting to salvage any hopes for a return to bed. At the risk of subjecting readers to the graphic nature of this bathroom visit, I'll just say that the cleanup was a two person job.
Don't pee in the dark
This is a lesson I really learned the hard way.
I am a very light sleeper. Once I am awakened in the night, it can be very difficult for me to fall back to sleep. With each newborn baby we brought home, I would try anything I could think of to limit my time awake during each night feeding. Now that we are well out of the baby stage, you would think that the middle of the night disruptions would have come to an end. Not in the case of my two boys.
On any given night, I am typically wakened by one or both of my boys between 1-4 times. Whether it is wetting the bed, needing a drink of water, hearing thunder or falling out of the bed, I am called out of my peaceful slumber to head upstairs and tend to some need.
After Miles cried out for water at 1:45, I got a nice stretch of sleep. But Max came down at 5:15 after wetting the bed. After getting his sheets changed, in the dark to try to prevent myself from fully waking up, I got back in bed. Alas, at 5:40, Miles was wandering the halls upstairs. He sought help in his older brother's room. Max then cam down urgently telling me that Miles needed to potty. I intercepted Miles and escorted him quickly into our little hall bathroom. In an attempt to keep us both in a sleepy haze, I left the lights off. I assisted him in standing to potty only to hear him say, "poop."
"Oh, you need to poop," I asked?
"No, I poopy already mommy," he replied.
And that he did. There was a great mess of poop all over the inside of his PJs and legs. That is what I get for attempting to salvage any hopes for a return to bed. At the risk of subjecting readers to the graphic nature of this bathroom visit, I'll just say that the cleanup was a two person job.
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