Thursday, July 3, 2014

Sitting on the floor waiting for the sandman.


I'm posting from my son's room. It's 11pm. He has woken up, again, because he has a cough. I've been in here four times now.

Every time I leave, he seems fine, I go lie down, only to hear the muffled cries from the monitor and down the hall.

"Daddy"
"Dada"

I sometimes wonder why we have the monitor when we can hear him down the hall.

I go back in.

"I just want to sleep in mommy and daddy's room"

"No"

"Sit down dada"

Here I sit.

Has anyone else been here before?

I sometimes say, "I'm going to close your door unless you stop crying." I know it is an empty threat. He doesn't. And sometimes it works.

I think he's asleep. I know my leg is. Time to army crawl or roll on outta here.

Good night internet. May you get more sleep than me tonight.

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