Let me tell you all about last night.
First though, let me just say I am in an exhaustion coma. M-f’er am I ever tired. So is Edward. Vince is totally passed out. Which is really not that surprising.
Late last night, we awoke to the sounds of terrified wailing. Which quickly turned into shrieking. And then turned into sobbing. By the time the sobbing was going on, both of us were sufficiently awake to actually move and respond.
I got up and opened his door.
“Muuuuummmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyy….. I wanna stay with you, in your bed. I wanna go Mummy, let’s go.”
We calmly and orderly proceeded to the big bed. Whereupon Vince closed the door himself and climbed up into the bed and settled down right into my spot. And refused to move. Even a little bit. And then he told me to go sleep in his bed.
Guess what? I did. I was so tired. And about 2 minutes into that, he started shrieking for me. Despite Daddy being right next to him. And so I was lured back to bed. I went as docile as a lamb. I think it was about 2:30 am at this time. I was slowly turning into a zombie.
Finally, with the addition of Vince’s own pillow and a sippy cup of water, he settled down.
“Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, Mum, Mum, Mummy.”
“When it rains we use an umbrella so we can get the rain off.”
“Yes baby, that’s right.”
(Oh please kill me now)
“Mum, Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, Mum, Mum, Mummy.”
“We do a poo and pee in the potty and not in out pants.”
“That’s right baby.”
“Mummy, Mummy, Mum, Mum, Mummy, Mummy, Mummy.”
“Halloween’s coming and I’m going to be a dragon.”
Edward did not respond to any of this, mostly likely because he was not being addressed. I heard him snoring at one point and thought “You lucky, lucky bastard”.
And then somehow we were sleeping. And when I woke up next, it was morning and Vince’s feet were in my face.
Somehow the day progressed and is now over. Edward and I are on the couch watching ‘Attack the Block” and I’ve now been told to go to bed.
Mmmmmmmm, tired blog tonight….