A certain someone climbed out of his crib last night and appeared in my room at 1:42 a.m, announcing loudly that "I WAKE UP." He then politely demanded "ROCKABYE FEW MINUTES" and "I SLEEP DADDY BED."
So we got up, had a drink a drink of milk, and hit up the rocking chair for a few minutes. Only by God's grace, I didn't completely lose my s*** when he kept demanding "two more minutes" and threatened to wake our whole apartment building when I attempted to put him back in the crib.
Once I had him lying safely on the floor mattress (not sleeping), #2 appeared in my room because his "eyes won't close." So I laid with him awhile. Most nights, this would have driven me over the edge. Again, grace.
While I was doing all the rocking and all the lying and all the snuggling until 4 a.m., I was reminded several times of what a gift it is to have these children here waking me up. Trust me, thoughts like that are not top of mind for me when my sleep is on the line. I saw on the news last night that a little 7-year-old boy in a rural area not far from here was hit by a car and killed crossing the road to wait for the school bus yesterday. I'm sure his parents would give anything to be sitting up for two hours with him in the night.
I will be offering my tiredness for his family today.
So we got up, had a drink a drink of milk, and hit up the rocking chair for a few minutes. Only by God's grace, I didn't completely lose my s*** when he kept demanding "two more minutes" and threatened to wake our whole apartment building when I attempted to put him back in the crib.
Once I had him lying safely on the floor mattress (not sleeping), #2 appeared in my room because his "eyes won't close." So I laid with him awhile. Most nights, this would have driven me over the edge. Again, grace.
While I was doing all the rocking and all the lying and all the snuggling until 4 a.m., I was reminded several times of what a gift it is to have these children here waking me up. Trust me, thoughts like that are not top of mind for me when my sleep is on the line. I saw on the news last night that a little 7-year-old boy in a rural area not far from here was hit by a car and killed crossing the road to wait for the school bus yesterday. I'm sure his parents would give anything to be sitting up for two hours with him in the night.
I will be offering my tiredness for his family today.
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