It is 4 a.m. and my husband and I are awoken by horrible screams coming from my seven-year-old's room. He jumps out of bed and begins running down the hall imagining by his screams that he has somehow broken his arm, a burglar has gotten in the house or some other horrible tragedy is occurring.
Husband: What's wrong?
Son: I wanted to see what the toothfairy left me!
What followed should probably not be put in print, but it ended with my husband telling my son that it is 4 in the morning and for him to go back to sleep. As he huffed and puffed back into our room, it was obvious we were not going to make it back to sleep immediately. We did our bathroom rounds (because somehow we became old) and tried to go back to sleep after the heart attack of expecting the worse.
At 6 a.m., we find ourselves being awoken by the same screams. I try to ignore it as my husband walks out of the room.
Husband: What's wrong?
Son: I wanted to see what the toothfairy left me!
Husband: Just look!
Son: Go wake up mom so she can see too!
I immediately sleepwalk my way in so that my husband's head doesn't explode. Short version since it is still a blur-he looks and we walk back to bed.
Five minutes later
We feel these eyes burning our skulls. It is our son. "I need something to do."
US: "It is Saturday, can we please get some sleep. Why don't you go read?"
Twenty minutes later, we feel a warm body in bed with us while he is reading.
Husband: Why are you here?
Son: I saw a bug.
Husband: Where?
Son: Walking down the hall. I was on my bed reading and I saw him walking through the hall to the living room.
So what the bug was going for a walk and you want us to get out of bed and kill him?
It seems it is worse the older he gets. I guess this is our penance for him being such a good baby.
Our three-year-old daughter now wakes up wet head to toe because of an overnight accident. It was at that point that we gave up. So now my husband and I are walking around grouching and biting at each other. The seven-year-old is avoiding us all together.
Sometimes I wonder what we were thinking having kids. I long for a morning to sleep in as late as I want and not walk around as a zombie until my morning shower. Of course, it is even worse on the days when I don't get the shower. Thank God for Starbucks!
To be honest, despite being hit in the head by a book right now, I wouldn't trade these kids in for anything! But now, I must go read a story to an impatient three year old before I end up with a bruise above the eye.
