After the wonderful day we had yesterday, full of fresh air, running around and general merriment, I could never have predicted the night to come. We spent the afternoon at a school where the BWB played in his annual work football game. It was an amazingly warm and beautiful day for November and both boys got plenty of exercise and fresh air. After the game we ran home and straight back out to my SILs for dinner. We were home around 7:45, so no one was up past their bedtime (though napping was cut short during the day). We got both kids ready and put to bed with no struggle and settled in for some relaxing and tv watching. Though, by 8:45, I think both of us were ready for bed as well. Here's how the rest of the evening went:
10:00pm-Wah wahh, boohoo...coming from GB's room. Not surprising, he often wakes up right before we go to bed. I generally top him off and put him back down. In about 15 minutes I was on my way to bed. Only for the crying to resume. I decided that we were going to wait and let him cry for a while. After about 6-7 minutes, he went to sleep. And so did we (about 10:30)
11:15pm-Waaaaahh, wahhhh. Me: ugh, what the...drag my very tired ass out of bed and pat GB. This only pisses him off, so I pick him up and bounce him to no avail, he wants boob. Well, we're not going there GB, so you're going to have to cope. After about 10 minutes of intermittent screaming, the BWB comes in like, what the fuck? Do you want me to take him? No, I'm fine. rock rock rock. shhh shhh shhh. He eventually dozes back off.
11:30pm-BWB and AK back to bed
I hit the BWB, honey it's your turn.
Him: huh? wah?
Me: I think we should give him some tylenol, maybe it's his teeth.
Me: *throws back covers angrily* Fine, I'll fucking do it.
Him: Huh? did you hit me...zzzzz....
Go in give Tylenol, nurse because I'm too tired for this battle, and maybe he's thirsty.
12:50am--Back to sleep
3:30am--WAaaahh wahhhhh waahhhh
Smack BWB so there is no doubt I'm hitting him
Me: Baby's crying
Him: *drags ass outta bed and calms baby*
3:40am-BWB comes back and returns to bed
Me: Dammit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gets out of bed and nurses damn baby back to sleep.
4:15am- I crawl back under covers and get comfortable only to hear, "Dadddddyyyyyy, sniffle sniffle, dadddyyyyyyyyyy"
Shit, get up and go to DB's room. Hear muffled cries for daddy. Try not to trip over stuff in the dark, get to bed, cries still muffled.
Feel top of bed--no child
Feel floor beside bed--no child
Feel between wall and mattress to see if child is there
***daddddyyy help me***
BWB comes into the room and turn dimmer switch onto low setting.
Me: Where the hell is he?!
BWB: Under the bed.
Me: Lifting dust ruffle to see toddler stuck under the safety rail that is shoved under the bed. "How did you get down there?"
BWB: What happened DB? Did you fall out of bed?
DB: sniffle, yahhhhh, sniffle
BWB: Do you want to lay back down?
BWB: What if daddy lays with you?
Me: turns off light, goes back to bed.
4:30am-BWB returns to bed.
Me: How in the hell did he get under there.
Him: grumble, zzzzzzz
Me: *toss turn toss turn*
Me: good freakin god, kicks BWB. You have to go. I fed him at four.
Him: grumble, curse, grumble
5:23am- BWB returns to bed
BWB goes and gets GB out of crib and takes him down to basement.
6:15am-Wondering why BWB isn't back I go look for them. Find BWB on the couch downstairs bouncing a crying GB and looking like his head will pop off any second.
Me: Just give him to me.
Him: I'm fine.
Me: You're pissed off, I'll take him.
Me: *Goes upstairs, nurses, puts GB in crib (where he immediately starts fussing) and walks out of the room closing door* Lays in bed praying lightening to strike me dead.
6:25am-BWB retrieves crying GB from room and takes him back downstairs, given up entirely on getting any more sleep.
7:45am-DB gets up, comes in the bedroom and stands next to me.
7:55am- Wake up to pissed off GB crying. Stumble outta bed. Walk by guest bath to see one sleeper soaking in the sink, one super nasty diaper on floor and one unhappy looking BWB coming down the hall.
Me: *ick face*
Him: Sorry about the crying, only got two hands..
Me: No, I was making a face about the diaper.
Him: Uh, yah, that was foul.
8:30am- Decide to go out to breakfast because the thought of having to do anything other than swill coffee and shovel food into our mouths was overwhelming.