oh, holy shit. could i BE more tired? seriously, i’ve been freaking exhausted lately. due to this sleepiness, i have a new bedtime routine. here’s the part that hasn’t changed: i get emerson ready for bed, brush his teeth, read him approximately twenty-six bedtime stories, and climb in bed with him. here’s the part that has changed: i immediately fall asleep and don’t wake up.
scenario 1: dave comes in to wake me and i actually hear and understand him, and drag my sorry ass out of emerson’s bed to brush my own teeth.
scenario 2: dave comes in to wake me and can’t snap me out of the coma-like state i’m in, so he gives up and goes to bed.
scenario 3: dave says FUCK IT and goes to bed without bothering to wake me because, really? it’s a total pain in the ass.
scenario 4: dave also falls asleep, albeit on the couch, and we both stumble, bleary-eyed into the bathroom for synchronized zombie tooth-brushing.
scenario 5: dave ignores me, the cat falls asleep on my legs, pinning me to the bed, while one of my arms is caught under emerson’s neck and i’m stuck in the bed for eternity, or at least until i hear the faint drones of my alarm clock from two rooms away, accompanied by the faint mutterings of dave as he curses my existence under his breath.
but i like emerson’s bed. we got him nice pillows and he has an excellent comforter, and his bed is so nice and cozy and welcoming. also, if i’m nice, emerson lets me cuddle with pirner, which i do not get to do in my own bed. and i will give you two reasons that i am not gunning to change this bedtime ritual anytime soon. one reason is totally effing sappy, like violins and cherubs sappy, and i don’t give a crap if you think so. the other reason is completely lazy and pathetic and, (again) i don’t give a crap if you think so.
firstly, i am lazy. it feels excellent to just fall asleep instead of making myself stay awake to do lame-ass chores like dishes and laundry, and when i wake up around 2:30 am, it’s sort of luxurious and wonderful to know that i’ve already had over 5 hours of sleep and have another 4 coming my way.
second(ly), i love cuddling with my boy. he’s so soft and warm and snuggly, and kisses my cheek and tells me he loves me and grabs my arm and wraps it around him. sigh. and i know that all too soon, he won’t want me anywhere near his room, and won’t kiss me good night any more, and will be able to read himself the twenty-six bedtime stories.
i guess i’ll keep it up. because i’m too tired not to.
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well I can think of a couple things that made me that completely exhausted. they're both older now. anyway, even when they can read the 26 books themselves, they still like to grab your arm and cuddle. its nice. so you've got a few more years. I can't speak past the 8 year old stage though.
Uh, yep, I can think of a few things that made me that tired, as well. They are 3 and almost 6 now.
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